At last the boat moved on, the flickering spears of light on the water travelled on and turned away, the voices floated away under the stars till the night enfolded them, the light and the music were taken and kept by the sleepless mystery of Egypt.
"Shall we go into the villa, Ruby?" said Nigel, almost diffidently, yet with a thrill in his voice.
She did not answer for a moment, then she said, "Yes, I suppose it is time to go to bed."
Nigel drew her arm again through his, and they went away towards the house, while Ibrahim looked after them, smiling.