She poured it out and drank it.

"I believe you live very much in the present," he said.

"Well--you live very much in the future."

"Do I? What makes you think so?"

"My instinct informs me of the fact, and of other facts about you."

"You'll make me feel as if I were made of glass if you don't take care."

"Live a little more in the present. Live in the present to-night."

There was a sound of insistence in her voice, a look of insistence in
her bright blue eyes which shone out from their painted shadows, a
feeling of insistence in the thin and warm white hand which now she laid
upon his. "Don't worry about the future."

He smiled.

"I wasn't worrying. I was looking forward."

"Why? We are here to-night, Nigel, to live as if we had only to-night to
live. You talk of Sennoures. But who knows whether we shall ever see
Sennoures, ever hear the Egyptian Pan by the water? I don't. You don't.
But we do know we are here to-night by the Nile."

With all her force, but secretly, she was trying to destroy in him the