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ark…green　palms　in　their　brass　pots。
　
　Liveried　waiters　brought　plate　after　plate　of　food　without　ment；　eyebrows　arched　as　they　opened　the　fourth　bottle　of　Italian　red　wine。
　
　Julie　had　finished　her　scant　meal　hours　ago。　They　were　deep　in　conversation　now；　the　English　flowing　as　easily　as　the　wine　flowed。
　
　She　had　taught　Ramses　how　to　use　the　heavy　silver；　but　he　ignored　it。　In　his　time　only　a　barbarian　would　have　shoveled　food　into　the　mouth。
　
　In　fact；　he　had　remarked　after　a　little　consideration；　no　one　had　shoveled　food　into　the　mouth。　There　was　time　for　Julie　to　explain　how　silverware　had　e　about。　For　now；　she　must　agree　that　he　was　most；　most　。。。　fastidious；　she　volunteered。　Elegant；　civilized；　deft　at　the　breaking　of　bread　and　meat　into　small　portions；　and　the　placing　of　them　on　the　tongue　without　the　ringers　touching　the　lips。
　
　She　was　now　deep　into　her　discussion　of　revolution。〃　The　first　machines　were　simple…for　weaving；　tilling　the　fields。　It　was　the　idea　of　the　machine　that　caught　the　mind。〃
　
　〃Yes。〃
　
　〃If　you　make　a　machine　to　do　one　thing；　then　you　can　perfect　a　machine　to　do　another。　。。。〃
　
　〃I　understand　you。〃
　
　〃And　then　came　the　steam　engine；　the　motor　car；　the　telephone；　the　aeroplane。〃
　
　〃I　want　to　do　it；　fly　in　the　sky。〃
　
　〃Of　course；　and　we　shall　do　it。　But　do　you　understand　the　concept；　the　revolution　in　thinking？〃
　
　〃Of　course。　I　don't　e　to　you；　as　you　say；　from　the　nineteenth　dynasty　of　Egypt's　history；　I　e　to　you　from　the　first　days　of　the　Roman　Empire。　My　mind　is；　how　do　you　say　it；　flexible；　adaptable。　I　am　constantly　in；　how　do　you　say　it；　revolution？〃
　
　Something　startled　him；　at　first　she　didn't　realize　what　it　was。　The　orchestra　had　begun；　very　softly；　so　that　she　scarcely　heard　it　over　the　hum　of　conversation。　He　rose；　dropping　his　napkin。　He　pointed　across　the　crowded　room。
　
　The　soft　strains　of　the〃　Merry　Widow　Waltz〃　　rose　strongly　over　the　hum　of　conversation。　Julie　turned　to　see　the　little　string　orchestra　assembled　on　the　other　side　of　the　small　polished　dance　floor。
　
　Ramses　rose　and　went　towards　them。〃　Ramses；　wait；〃　　Julie　said。　But　he　didn't　listen　to　her。　She　hurried　after　him。　Surely　everyone　was　looking　at　the　tall　man　who　marched　across　the　dance　floor　and　came　to　a　quick　stop　right　in　front　of　the　musicians　as　if　he　were　the　conductor　himself。
　
　He　positively　glared　at　the　violins；　at　the　cello；　and　then　as　he　studied　the　huge　golden　harp；　the　smile　came　back；　so　clearly　ecstatic　that　the　female　violinist　smiled　at　him　and　the　old　grey…haired　male　cellist　seemed　vaguely　amused。
　
　They　must　have　thought　him　a　deaf　mute　as　he　stepped　up　and　laid　his　fingers　right　on　the　cello；　drawing　back　at　the　power　of　the　vibration；　then　touching　it　again。〃　Oooh；　Julie；〃　　he　whispered　aloud。　Everyone　was　looking。　Even　the　waiters　were　glancing　at　them　in　obvious　alarm。　But　nobody　dared　question　the　handsome　gentleman　in　Lawrence's　best　suit　and　silk　waistcoat；　even　when　he　shuddered　all　over　and　clamped　his　hands　to　the　sides　of　his　head。
　
　She　tugged　on　him。　He　wouldn't　budge。〃　Julie；　such　sounds！〃　he　whispered。
　
　〃Then　dance　with　me；　Ramses；〃　　she　said。
　
　No　one　else　was　dancing；　but　what　did　that　matter？　There　was　the　dance　floor；　and　she　felt　like　dancing。　She　felt　like　dancing　more　than　anything　in　the　world。
　
　Baffled；　he　looked　at　her；　then　allowed　himself　to　be　turned；　and　his　hand　to　be　taken　properly　as　she　slipped　her　arm　about　his　waist。
　
　〃Now；　this　is　the　way　the　man　leads　the　woman；〃　　she　said；　beginning　the　waltz　step　and　moving　him　easily。〃　My　hand　should　really　be　on　your　shoulder。　I　shall　move；　and　you　。。。　that's　it。　But　allow　me　to　lead。〃
　
　They　turned　faster　and　faster；　Ramses　following　her　lead　beautifully；　only　glancing　down　now　and　then　at　his　feet。　Another　couple　had　joined　them；　then　came　another。　But　Julie　didn't　see　them；　she　saw　only　Ramses'　rapt　face；　and　the　way　his　eyes　moved　over　the　monplace　treasures　of　the　room。　It　was　a　haze　suddenly；　the　candles；　the　gilded　fan　blades　turning　above；　the　drowsing　flowers　on　the　tables；　and　the　shimmer　of　silver　everywhere；　and　the　music　surrounding　them；　the　music　carrying　them　along　ever　faster。
　
　He　laughed　out　loud　suddenly。〃　Julie；　like　music　poured　from　a　goblet。　Like　music　that　has　bee　wine。〃
　
　She　turned　him　rapidly　in　small　circles。
　
　〃Revolution！〃　　he　cried　out。
　
　She　threw　back　her　head　and　laughed。
　
　Quite　suddenly　it　was　over。　There　must　have　been　a　finale。　All　she　knew　was　that　it　was　finished；　and　that　he　was　about　to　kiss　her；　and　she　didn't　want　him　to　stop。　But　he　hesitated。　He　noted　the　other　couples　leaving。　He　took　her　hand。
　
　〃Yes；　time　to　go；〃　　she　said。
　
　The　night　outside　was　cold　and　foggy。　She　gave　the　doorman　a　few　coins。　She　wanted　a　hansom。
　
　Ramses　paced　back　and　forth；　staring　at　the　crowds　of　mercial　travellers　ing　and　going　from　motor　cars　and　carriages；　at　the　newsboy　dashing　up　to　him　with　the　latest　edition。
　
　〃Mummy's　Curse　in　Mayfair！〃　　the　boy　cried　shrilly。〃　Mummy　Rises　from　the　Grave！〃
　
　Before　she　could　reach　him；　Ramses　had　snatched　the　paper　from　the　boy。　Flustered；　she　gave　the　child　a　coin。
　
　There　it　was　all　right；　the　whole　silly　scandal。　An　ink　sketch　of　Henry　running　away　from　her　front　stairs。
　
　〃Your　cousin；〃　　Ramses　said　gloomily。〃　　'Mummy's　Curse　Strikes　Again　。。。'〃he　read　slowly。
　
　〃No　one　believes　it！　It's　a　joke。〃
　
　He　continued　to　read：〃　Gentlemen　of　the　British　Museum　say　that　the　Ramses　collection　is　entirely　safe　and　will　be　returned　to　the　museum　soon。〃　　He　paused。〃　Museum；〃　　he　said。〃　Explain　this　word　museum。　What　is　the　museum；　a　tomb？〃
　
　The　poor　girl　was　miserable；　Samir　could　see　it。　He　ought　to　go。　But　he　had　to　see　Julie。　And　so　he　waited　in　the　drawing　room；　sitting　stiffly　on　the　edge　of　the　sofa；　refusing　Rita's　third　offer　of　coffee；　tea；　or　wine。
　
　Now　and　then　he　glanced　down　the　length　of　the　house　to　see　the　gleaming　Egyptian　coffin。　If　only　Rita　did　not　stand　there；　but　clearly　she　was　not　going　to　leave　him　alone。
　
　The　museum　had　been　closed　for　hours。　But　she　wanted　him　to　see　it。　She　let　the　cab　go　and　followed　him　to　the　iron　fence。　He　gripped　the　pickets　as　he　looked　up　at　the　door　and　the　high　windows。　The　street　was　dark；　deserted。　And　a　light　rain　had　begun　to　fall。
　
　〃There　are　many　mummies　inside；〃　　she　said。〃　Your　mummy；　it　would　have　gone　here　eventually。　Father　worked　for　the　British　Museum；　though　he　paid　his　own　costs。〃
　
　〃Mummies　of　Kings　and　Queens　of　Egypt？〃
　
　〃There　are　more　in　Egypt；　actually。　A　mummy　of　Ramses　the　Second　has　been　there　for　years　in　a　glass　case。〃
　
　He　gave　a　short　bitter　laugh　as　he　looked　at　her。〃　Have　you　seen　this？〃　　He　looked　back　at　the　museum。〃　Poor　fool。　He　never　knew　that　he　was　buried　in　Ramses'　tomb。〃
　
　〃But　who　was　he？〃　　Her　heart　quickened。　Too　many　questions　on　the　tip　of　her　tongue。
　
　〃I　never　knew；〃　　he　said　quietly；　eyes　still　moving　slowly　over　the　building　as　though　he　were　memorizing。〃　I　sent　my　soldiers　to　find　a　dying　man；　someone　unloved　and　uncared　for。　They　brought　him　back　to　the　palace　by　night。　And　so　I　。。。　how　do　you　say？　Made　my　own　death。　And　then　my　son；　Meneptah；　had　what　he　wanted；　to　be　King。〃　　He　considered　for　a　moment。　His　voice　changed　slightly。　It　deepened。〃　And　now　you　tell　me　this　body　is　in　a　museum　with　other　Kings　and　Queens？〃
　
　〃In　the　Cairo　Museum；〃　　she　said　softly。〃　Near　Saqqara；　and　the　pyramids。　There's　a　great　city　there。〃
　
　She　could　see　how　this　was　affecting　him。　Very　gently；　she　continued；　though　she　could　not　tell　whether　or　not　he　heard：
　
　〃In　ancient　times；　the　Valley　of　the　Kings　was　looted。　Grave　robbers　despoiled　almost　every　tomb。　The　body　of　Ramses　the　Great；　it　was　found　with　dozens　of　others　in　a　mass　grave　made　for　it　by　the　priests。〃
　
　He　turned　and　looked　at　her　thoughtfully。　Even　in　great　distress；　his　face　seemed　open；　his　eyes　searching。
　
　〃Tell　me；　Julie。　Queen　Cleopatra　the　Sixth；　who　ruled　in　the　time　of　Julius　Caesar。　Her　body　lies　in　this　Cairo　Museum？　Or　here？〃　　He　turned　back　to　the　dark　building。　She　saw　the　subtle　changes　in　him；　the　high　colour　again　in　his　face。
　
　〃No；　Ramses。　No　one　knows　what　became　of　the　remains　of　Cleopatra。〃
　
　〃But　you　know　this　Queen；　whose　marble　portrait　was　in　my　tomb。〃
　
　〃Yes；　Ramses；　even　schoolchildren　know　the　name　Cleopatra。　All　the　world　knows　it。　But　her　tomb　was　destroyed　in　ancient　times。　Ancient　times　were　those　times；　Ramses。〃
　
　〃I　understand；　better　than　I　speak；　Julie。　Continue。〃
　
　〃Nobody　knows　where　her　tomb　stood。　Nobody　knows　what　happened　to　her　body。　The　time　of　mummies　had　passed。〃
　
　〃Not　so！〃　　he　whispered。〃　She　was　buried　properly；　in　the　old　Egyptian　fashion；　without　the　magic；　and　the　embalming；　but　she　was　wrapped　in　linen　as　was　fitting；　and　then　taken　to　her　grave　by　the　sea。〃
　
　He　stopped。　He　put　his　hands　to　his　temples。　And　then　he　rested　his　forehead　against　the　iron　fence。　The　rain　came　a　little　heavier。　She　felt　chilled　suddenly。
　
　〃But　this　mausoleum；〃　　he　said；　collecting　himself；　folding