In the treasury of my heart shall I store thee up.

Thou art going to the Soudan to finish the work Mehemet Ali began.

I commend thee to Allah, and will bid thee farewell at sunrise--I and all who love Egypt." There was a sinister smile on his lips, as his eyes wandered over the faces of the foreign consuls-general.

The look he turned on the intriguers of the Palace was repellent; he reserved for Sharif a moody, threatening glance, and the desperate hakim shrank back confounded from it.

His first impulse was to flee from the Palace and from Cairo; but he bethought himself of the assault to be made on Kaid by the tent-maker, as he passed to the mosque a few hours later, and he determined to await the issue of that event.