I only do know that a woman's eye was watching me through that key-hole, and ben Nazir frowned impatiently at the sound of female giggling.
"The Sheikh Anazeh will have the room on this side of you," he said, "and the Sheikh Suliman ben Saoud the room on the other.
So you will be between friends." "Suliman ben Saoud seems a difficult person to make friends with," I answered.
Ben Nazir smiled like a prince out of a picture-book--beautiful white teeth and exquisite benignance.
"Oh, you mustn't mind him.

These celebrities from the centre of Arabia give themselves great airs.

To do that is considered evidence of piety and wisdom." I sat on the bed--quite a civilized affair, spotlessly clean.
Ben Nazir took the chair, I suppose, like the considerate host he was, to give me the sensation of receiving in my own room.
"He wears the same sort of head-dress you do.

What does it mean ?" I asked.
"I wear mine out of compliment to him--not that I have not always the right to wear it.

It is the Ichwan head-dress.
It is highly significant." "Of what ?" He hesitated for a moment, and then seemed to make up his mind that it did not much matter what he might divulge to an ignorant stranger soon to return to the United States.
"It is difficult to explain.