I PROMISED to tell you how one falls in love.

    A young man named Geoffrey Clifton  a friend at Oxford ed me, got married t day, and ter fleo Cairo. t days of t ory.

    Katon climbed out of ted, for  s, bony knees. In too ardent for t. I liked , messenger, reconnaissance. o advise us ly.  back to Cairo and returned a monter, and it  ter time but ill t on some petrol cans, aring at some constantly flapping tarpaulin, and Clifton o joke  of it, but to .

    After t monted, read constantly, kept more to   t can c o remain a socialite o con could not see it, ion. S t. Salk about U and t oasis, ed doicles.

    I een years older tand. I  stage in life  believe in permanence, in relations span ages. I een years older. But ser.

    So ced.

    altered poned uary outside Cairo? e er t  leave  break tment to us. to Madox and me. e  ory. Our situation.

    Clifton celebrated ty of nessing  ts in tel suite.  breakfast.

    to all t, I didn’t say a imes as cnessing my unspokenexasperation, and ten years earlier from Dako ted t more t me  a fe apart from ty  sumbled onto because of this marriage.

    t not I am a man ten doact of  to repeat someto fling more er into took you a hundred miles.

    Our expedition  forty miles from U, and Madox and I o leave alone on a reconnaissance. tons and to remain be maps  book you look at in tus. A t?” “I don’t presume. If it is private.” “I es . And cuttings. I need it  o you. It is unusual for me to travel  it.” Al