"D'you mind if I use You ?" For all his care to seem hospitable before any other consideration, ben Nazir looked ill at ease.

He led me down again to a dining-room hung with spears, shields, scimitars and ancient pistols, but furnished otherwise like an instalment-plan apartment.

He watched while a man set food before me.

It seemed that Anazeh had gone away somewhere to eat with his men.
Ben Nazir's restlessness became so obvious that I asked at last whether I was not detaining him.

He jumped at the opening.