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which
surrounded her--and it had required some nerve--so as to be able to
come here alone, on this one of her last nights in Egypt.
She half smiled when she thought of Millicent Hardcastle's face when
she had first suggested it.
"My dear Tamara, what--what an extraordinary thing for a woman to
do! Go to the Sphinx all alone at two o'clock in the morning. Would not
people think it very strange?"
Tamara felt a qualm for a second, but was rebellious.
"Well, perhaps--but do you know, Millicent, I believe I don't care. That
carven block of stone has had a curious effect upon me. It has made me
think as I have never done before. I want to take the clearest picture
away with me--I must go."
And even Mrs. Hardcastle's mild assertion that it could equally well be
viewed and studied at a more reasonable hour did not move Tamara,

and while her friend slumbered comfortably in her bed at Mena House,
she had set off, a self-conscious feeling of a truant schoolboy exalting
and yet frightening her.
Tamara was a widow. James Loraine had been everything that a
thoroughly respectable English husband ought to be. He had treated her
with kindness, he had given her a comfortable home--he had only asked
her to spend ten months of the year in the country, and he had never
caused her a moment's jealousy.
She could not remember her heart having beaten an atom faster--or
slower--for his coming or going. She had loved him, and her sisters and
brother, and father, all in the same devoted way, and when pneumonia
had carried him off nearly two years before, she had grieved with the
measure the loss of any one of them would have caused her--that was
sincerely and tenderly.
They were such a nice family, Tamara's!
For hundreds of years they had lived on the same land, doing their duty
to their neighbors and helping to form that backbone of England of
which we hear so much nowadays, in its passing away.
They had been members of Parliament, of solid Whig, and later of
Unionist, views. They had been staunch Generals, Chairmen of
Quarter-Sessions, riders to hounds, subscribers to charities, rigid
church-goers, disciplined, orthodox, worthy members of society.
Underdown was their name, and Underwood their home.
That Tamara should have been given that Russian appellation, in a
group of Gladys, Mabels and Dorothys, must have surely indicated that
fate meant her to follow a line not quite so mapped out as that of her
sisters'. The very manner of her entry into the world was not in
accordance with the Underdown plan.
Her mother, Lady Gertrude Underdown, had contracted a friendship
with the wife of the First Secretary of the Russian Embassy.

Foreigners were not looked upon with favor in the home circle, and
instead of staying only the two months of May and June, as she was
fully entitled to, in London, she had insisted upon remaining for July as
well that year--to be near her friend Vera and enjoy the gay world.
The Squire had grumbled, but acquiesced, though when afterward a
fourth daughter was presented to him with a request that she might
have Princess Vera for a godmother and a Russian name to be called by,
he felt himself justified in carping at fate.
"Foreign fandangoes," he designated such ideas. However, Lady
Gertrude was very ill, and had to be humored, so the affair took place,
and Tamara the baby was christened, with due state.
There were no more Russian suggestions in the family; the son and heir
who arrived a year later became plain Tom, and then Lady Gertrude
Underdown made her bow to the world and retired to the family vault
in Underwood Church.
They were all estimably brought up by an aunt, and hardly ever left the
country until each one came up in turn to be presented at Court, and go
through a fairly dull season among country neighbors on the same bent.
Two of them, including Tamara, had secured suitable husbands, and at
the age of twenty-three years the latter had been left a well-dowered
widow.
She had worn mourning for just the right period, had looked after her
affairs--handed James' place over with a good grace to James' brother
and an unliked sister-in-law, and finally, when she was wearing grays
and mauves, two years almost after her loss, she had allowed herself to
be persuaded into taking a trip to Egypt with her friend, Millicent
Hardcastle, who was recovering from influenza.
It had caused the greatest flutter at Underwood, this journey abroad!
None of them had been further than Dresden, where each girl had
learned German for a year or so before her presentation.

And what had Egypt done for Tamara? Lifted just