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EUROPE AND LONDON                     *5
        priests when they swung incense exchanged humorous
        remarks with the congregation.

      By the first week of May they were at the gateway to the East,
      surrounded by the Byzantine and Islamic splendours of
      Constantinople. Gertrude’s first impression was muted. ‘The
      people are so fearfully sophisticated, they address you in very bad
      English, and in order to gain your confidence assure you that
      they recognise you perfectly and remember having seen you
      often in Glasgow or Liverpool or some other place you have
      never been to.’ The view soon brightened. She and Billy took a
      caique and rowed up the Golden Horn nearly to the Sweet
      Waters. ‘It was perfectly delicious with a low sun glittering on
      the water, bringing back the colour to the faded Turkish flags of
      the men of war ... ’
        They dined with the Embassy secretaries. ‘I sat between Mr
      Lowther, who is not nice but is rather funny, and Mr Findlay
      who is good but dull.’ The paradox was not lost on Gertrude.
      Her relationships with men were ill-fated from the beginning and
      there can be no dissent from the words of an earlier biographer
      who had the advantage of womanly insight: ‘Men interested
      Gertrude more than women, and on the whole I think she got on
      with them better; but she had too strong a streak of masculinity
      in her own make-up, and she was too prone to intellectual argu­
      ment, so that in spite of her essential womanliness, her in many
      ways delightful femininity, her very warm heart and her craving
      for affection and desire to be liked, she was not perhaps the sort
      of woman men want to marry. In fact I rather fancy she frightened
      off even those she cared for most.’
        In June 1889 she was back in London. Many years later her
      sister Elsa re-read her youthful letters and wrote: ‘I feel... that
      they close the last chapter of absolute happiness in Gertrude’s
      life.’

      She had passed through the Bosporus and had seen from a
      distance the ornate splendours of the palace and seraglio whence
      the Sultan Caliphs had ruled for some five centuries, secretively
  ^ and often fearfully, over the Arabian peninsula, Syria, Meso­
      potamia and much of eastern Europe and north Africa, and held
      spiritual sway over the faithful of Islam. She had approached
      the high ingate to the Sultan’s palace, the bob al aly, which the
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