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〃I！〃 he answered。 〃IMonsieur； I am afraid that to me this music
means very little。 I cannot judge of it。〃
〃But the words？〃 asked the Count with a certain pressure。
〃They do not seem to me to suggest much more than the music。〃
The Count said no more。 As she went into the outer room Domini felt
angry； as she had felt angry in the garden at Sidi…Zerzour when
Androvsky said：
〃These native women do not interest me。 I see nothing attractive in
them。〃
For now； as then； she knew that he had lied。
CHAPTER XI
Domini came into the ante…room alone。 The three men had paused for a
moment behind her； and the sound of a match struck reached her ears as
she went listlessly forward to the door which was open to the broad
garden path； and stood looking out into the sunshine。 Butterflies were
flitting here and there through the riot of gold； and she heard faint
bird…notes from the shadows of the trees； echoed by the more distant
twitter of Larbi's flute。 On the left； between the palms； she caught
glimpses of the desert and of the hard and brilliant mountains； and；
as she stood there； she remembered her sensations on first entering
the garden and how soon she had learned to love it。 It had always
seemed to her a sunny paradise of peace until this moment。 But now she
felt as if she were compassed about by clouds。
The vagrant movement of the butterflies irritated her eyes； the
distant sound of the flute distressed her ears； and all the peace had
gone。 Once again this man destroyed the spell Nature had cast upon
her。 Because she knew that he had lied； her joy in the garden； her
deeper joy in the desert that embraced it； were stricken。 Yet why
should he not lie？ Which of us does not lie about his feelings？ Has
reserve no right to armour？
She heard her companions entering the room and turned round。 At that
moment her heart was swept by an emotion almost of hatred to
Androvsky。 Because of it she smiled。 A forced gaiety dawned in her。
She sat down on one of the low divans； and； as she asked Count Anteoni
for a cigarette and lit it； she thought； 〃How shall I punish him？〃
That lie； not even told to her and about so slight a matter； seemed to
her an attack which she resented and must return。 Not for a moment did
she ask herself if she were reasonable。 A voice within her said； 〃I
will not be lied to； I will not even bear a lie told to another in my
presence by this man。〃 And the voice was imperious。
Count Anteoni remained beside her； smoking a cigar。 Father Roubier
took a seat by the little table in front of her。 But Androvsky went
over to the door she had just left； and stood； as she had； looking out
into the sunshine。 Bous…Bous followed him； and snuffed affectionately
round his feet； trying to gain his attention。
〃My little dog seems very fond of your friend；〃 the priest said to
Domini。
〃My friend！〃
〃Monsieur Androvsky。〃
She lowered her voice。
〃He is only a travelling acquaintance。 I know nothing of him。〃
The priest looked gently surprised and Count Anteoni blew forth a
fragrant cloud of smoke。
〃He seems a remarkable man；〃 the priest said mildly。
〃Do you think so？〃
She began to speak to Count Anteoni about some absurdity of Batouch；
forcing her mind into a light and frivolous mood； and he echoed her
tone with a clever obedience for which secretly she blessed him。 In a
moment they were laughing together with apparent merriment； and Father
Roubier smiled innocently at their light…heartedness； believing in it
sincerely。 But Androvsky suddenly turned around with a dark and morose
countenance。
〃Come in out of the sunshine；〃 said the Count。 〃It is too strong。 Try
this chair。 Coffee will beah； here it is！〃
Two servants appeared； carrying it。
〃Thank you； Monsieur；〃 Androvsky said with reluctant courtesy。
He came towards them with determination and sat down； drawing forward
his chair till he was facing Domini。 Directly he was quiet Bous…Bous
sprang upon his knee and lay down hastily； blinking his eyes； which
were almost concealed by hair； and heaving a sigh which made the
priest look kindly at him； even while he said deprecatingly：
〃Bous…Bous！ Bous…Bous！ Little rascal； little pigdown； down！〃
〃Oh； leave him； Monsieur！〃 muttered Androvsky。 〃It's all the same to
me。〃
〃He really has no shame where his heart is concerned。〃
〃Arab！〃 said the Count。 〃He has learnt it in Beni…Mora。〃
〃Perhaps he has taken lessons from Larbi；〃 said Domini。 〃Hark！ He is
playing to…day。 For whom？〃
〃I never ask now；〃 said the Count。 〃The name changes so often。〃
〃Constancy is not an Arab fault？〃 Domini asked。
〃You say 'fault；' Madame；〃 interposed the priest。
〃Yes； Father；〃 she returned with a light touch of conscious cynicism。
〃Surely in this world that which is apt to bring inevitable misery
with it must be accounted a fault。〃
〃But can constancy do that？〃
〃Don't you think so； into a world of ceaseless change？〃
〃Then how shall we reckon truth in a world of lies？〃 asked the Count。
〃Is that a fault； too？〃
〃Ask Monsieur Androvsky；〃 said Domini； quickly。
〃I obey；〃 said the Count； looking over at his guest。
〃Ah； but I am sure I know；〃 Domini added。 〃I am sure you think truth a
thing we should all avoid in such a world as this。 Don't you；
Monsieur？〃
〃If you are sure； Madame； why ask me？〃 Androvsky replied。
There was in his voice a sound that was startling。 Suddenly the priest
reached out his hand and lifted Bous…Bous on to his knee； and Count
Anteoni very lightly and indifferently interposed。
〃Truth…telling among Arabs becomes a dire necessity to Europeans。 One
cannot out…lie them； and it doesn't pay to run second to Orientals。 So
one learns； with tears； to be sincere。 Father Roubier is shocked by my
apologia for my own blatant truthfulness。〃
The priest laughed。
〃I live so little in what is called 'the world' that I'm afraid I'm
very ready to take drollery for a serious expression of opinion。〃
He stroked Bous…Bous's white back； and added； with a simple geniality
that seemed to spring rather from a desire to be kind than from any
temperamental source：
〃But I hope I shall always be able to enjoy innocent fun。〃
As he spoke his eyes rested on Androvsky's face； and suddenly he
looked grave and put Bous…Bous gently down on the floor。
〃I'm afraid I must be going；〃 he said。
〃Already？〃 said his host。
〃I dare not allow myself too much idleness。 If once I began to be idle
in this climate I should become like an Arab and do nothing all day
but sit in the sun。〃
〃As I do。 Father； we meet very seldom； but whenever we do I feel
myself a cumberer of the earth。〃
Domini had never before heard him speak with such humbleness。 The
priest flushed like a boy。
〃We each serve in our own way；〃 he said quickly。 〃The Arab who sits
all day in the sun may be heard as a song of praise where He is。〃
And then he took his leave。 This time he did not extend his hand to
Androvsky； but only bowed to him； lifting his white helmet。 As he went
away in the sun with Bous…Bous the three he had left followed him with
their eyes。 For Androvsky had turned his chair sideways； as if
involuntarily。
〃I shall learn to lov