“‘Kahoua.’

“‘Coffee and bread and butter.’

“‘Yes.’

“Mohammed remained standing close to our bed, with my clothes under his arm, waiting for my orders.

“‘Bring breakfast for Allouma and me,’ I said to him.

“He went out, without his face betraying the slightest astonishment or anger, and as soon as he had left the room, I said to the girl: 

“‘Will you live in my house?’

“‘I should like to, very much.’

“‘I will give you a room to yourself, and a woman to wait on you.’

“‘You are very generous, and I am grateful to you.’

“‘But if you behave badly, I shall send you away immediately.’

“‘I will do everything that you wish me to.’

“She took my hand, and kissed it as a token of submission, and just then Mohammed came in, carrying a tray with our breakfast on it, and I said to him:—­

“’Allouma is going to live here.  You must spread a carpet on the floor of the room at the end of the passage, and get Abd-El-Kader-El-Hadara’s wife to come and wait on her.’

“‘Yes, mo’ssieuia.’

“That was all.

“An hour later, my beautiful Arab was installed in a large, airy, light room, and when I went in to see that everything was in order, she asked me in a supplicating voice, to give her a wardrobe with a looking-glass in the doors.  I promised her one, and then I left her squatting on the carpet from Djebel-Amour, with a cigarette in her mouth, and gossiping with the old Arab woman I had sent for, as if they had known each other for years.”

II

“For a month I was very happy with her, and I got strangely attached to this creature belonging to another race, who seemed to me almost to belong to some other species, and to have been born on a neighboring planet.

“I did not love her; no, one does not love the women of that primitive continent.  This small, pale blue flower of Northern countries never unfolds between them and us, or even between them and their natural males, the Arabs.  They are too near to human animalism, their hearts are too rudimentary, their feelings are not refined enough to rouse that sentimental exaltation in us, which is the poetry of love.  Nothing intellectual, no intoxication of thought or feeling is mingled with that sensual intoxication which those charming nonentities excite in us.  Nevertheless, they captivate us like the others do, but in a different fashion, which is less tenacious, and, at the same time, less cruel and painful.

“I cannot even now explain precisely what I felt for her.  I said to you just now that this country, this bare Africa, without any arts, void of all intellectual pleasures, gradually captivates us by its climate, by the continual mildness of the dawn and sunset, by its delightful light, and by the feeling of well-being with which it fills all our organs.  Well, then!  Allouma captivated me in the same manner, by a thousand hidden, physical, alluring charms, and by the procreative seductiveness, not of her embraces, for she was of thoroughly oriental supineness in that respect, but of her sweet self-surrender.