"I know nothing of the father," he said sullenly. "And as to the
child's death--how can one recall after these years? In one, two
years after she came to me--one does not grave these things upon the
eyeballs."

"But you do remember that it was long ago--when your own daughter
was very little?"

"Exactly. That is my recollection, monsieur.... And I recall," said
the pasha, suddenly obliging and sentimental, "that even my little
one cried for the child. It was afflicting.... Assure the family in
France of my sympathy in their disappointment."

"I am sorry that my news is after all of no interest to you,"
observed McLean, setting the example for rising. "You will pardon my
error of information--and accept my appreciation of your courtesy."

"It is I who am indebted for your trouble," their host assured
them, all smiles again.

But Ryder was not to be led away without a parting shot.

"The name of the Delcassé child--was Aimée?"

Imperceptibly Tewfick hesitated. Then bowed in assent.

"Odd," said young Ryder thoughtfully. "And your own daughter's name,
also, is Aimée.... Two little ones with the same name."