By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your name—perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil!—gone!" He looked around in vain. " "Shall I tell you a real story?" "Something you have seen?" "Yes. Three times he uttered a phrase: "A djinn in a blue-serge coat!" And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in damnation. More than ever Sir John was glad that he had sat down. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. We have met before. She had never thought of him at all in that way before. "But don't wait for me, Sir Cecil.
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