"It is Nahoum Pasha," he said.
"Please, the other room," he added, and pointed to a curtain.

"There is a window leading on a garden.

The garden-gate opens on a street leading to the Ezbekiah Square and your hotel." "But, no, I shall stay here," she said.

She drew down her veil, then taking from her pocket another, arranged it also, so that her face was hidden.
"Thee must go," he said--"go quickly." Again he pointed.
"I will remain," she rejoined, with determination, and seated herself in a chair..