"Thou hast done well.

Where is he now ?" "He waits in the hall, where is the statue of Mehemet Ali and the lions." "In an hour, Mizraim, thou shalt hear what I intend.

Peace be to thee!" "And on thee, peace!" answered Mizraim, as Nahoum passed from the room, and walked hastily towards the hall where he should find Ebn Ezra Bey.
Nearing the spot, he brought his step to a deliberate slowness, and appeared not to notice the stately Arab till almost upon him.
"Salaam, effendi," he said smoothly, yet with inquisition in his eye, with malice in his tone.
"Salaam, Excellency." "Thou art come on the business of thy master ?" "Who is my master, Excellency ?" "Till yesterday it was Claridge Pasha.

Hast thou then forsaken him in his trouble--the rat from the sinking ship ?" A flush passed over Ebn Ezra Bey's face, and his mouth opened with a gasp of anger.

Oriental though he was, he was not as astute as this Armenian Christian, who was purposely insulting him, that he might, in a moment of heat, snatch from him the business he meant to lay before Kaid.