1910. Glyn, English novelist, whose best-selling romantic novels were once considered daring and slightly scandalous. The novel begins saying, The Sphinx was smiling its eternal smile. It was two o'clock in the morning. The tourists had returned to Cairo, and only an Arab or two lingered near the boy who held Tamara's camel, and then gradually slunk away; thus, but for Hafis, she was alone with her thoughts and the Sphinx.