"The height of thy renown be as the cedar of Lebanon, Excellency." "May thy feet tread the corn of everlasting fortune, son of Mahomet." They entered the room together.

Nahoum looked at Mizraim curiously.

He was not satisfied with what he saw.

Mizraim's impassive face had little expression, but the eyes were furtively eager and sinister.
"Well, so it is, and if it is, what then ?" asked Nahoum coolly.
"Ki di, so it is," answered Mizraim, and a ghastly smile came to his lips.

This infidel pasha, Nahoum, had a mind that pierced to the meaning of words ere they were spoken.