"You will allow me, then ?" he asked, and without waiting for the permission, fearing that it might not be granted, raised the cloth to look for the mirrors that he expected should be between the legs of the table.

Ben-Zayb uttered an exclamation and stepped back, again placed both hands under the table and waved them about; he encountered only empty space.

The table had three thin iron legs, sunk into the floor.
The journalist looked all about as though seeking something.
"Where are the mirrors ?" asked Padre Camorra.
Ben-Zayb looked and looked, felt the table with his fingers, raised the cloth again, and rubbed his hand over his forehead from time to time, as if trying to remember something.
"Have you lost anything ?" inquired Mr.Leeds.
"The mirrors, Mister, where are the mirrors ?" "I don't know where yours are--mine are at the hotel.

Do you want to look at yourself?
You're somewhat pale and excited." Many laughed, in spite of their weird impressions, on seeing the jesting coolness of the American, while Ben-Zayb retired, quite abashed, to his seat, muttering, "It can't be.

You'll see that he doesn't do it without mirrors.