Wilt thou then force me to speak?
If thou dost still cherish Claridge Pasha, wilt thou see him ruined?
Naught but ruin could follow the telling of the tale at this moment--his work, his life, all done.

The scandal, the law, vengeance! But as it is now, Kaid may turn to him again; his work may yet go on--he has had the luck of angels, and Kaid is fickle.

Who can tell ?" Abashed and overwhelmed, Ebn Ezra Bey looked at him keenly.

"To tell of Foorgat Bey would ruin thee also," he said.

"That thou knowest.