“Why can I not go with you?” the girl then asked him.
The Marquis looked at her as she spoke and by the light of the moon that had come out from behind a cloud she saw the surprise on his face.
“I am – sorry,” she said humbly. “I realise I should not have suggested that.”
“I think it quite a sensible suggestion,” the Marquis replied, “and forgive me, I should have thought of it myself, but I am not used to meeting young women who wish to travel to Egypt!”
“I am quite used to travelling,” the girl said almost antagonistically. “You need not worry about me.”
“I am not,” the Marquis answered, “but if it would be of any help to you I shall, of course, be delighted to escort you to the Station.”
He walked to the door as he spoke.
It was a large impressive house and his companion looked a
