Another excursion for Jolan Foldes, but again, through the cross-sectioning of the foreign colony in Egypt, a story of exiles of almost every nationality. Each one exists for a period that is merely exile in the greater pattern of their lives, but which only too often becomes their whole life. The central figure is Eve, a Hungarian, running away from her husband's indifference, and in the end returning to it. A disjointed, rag-tag-and-bobtail sort of book, with snatches here and there of superficial emotional experiences, a feverish puss-in-the-corner game played out against the background of colony life, gossip and languor of the Egyptian temperament. This lacks the charm of The Street of The Fishing Cat and is jumbled.