You yourself told me it was no little thing to enter old Al Jezira in the night.

Those narrow lanes, with strange figures here and there, eying one fiercely; the houses that threaten to topple over on one's head; all these things make it a risky place to wander in even during the daytime.

After dark it must be awful." So John describes the plan of action, and interests his affianced, who asks more questions about his former visit, not forgetting the marvelous beauty of the Moor's daughter, for she is human.
Time flies under such circumstances, and hence it is John suddenly exclaims: "I declare, it's after nine o'clock." "And my headache is gone." At this both laugh.
"You must be a wizard, John, to charm it away so completely," she declares.
"I trust I shall always be as successful in the days to come," breathes John, and this of course causes a blush to sweep over the fair maid's face.
He hurries to his room to prepare for what is before him.

Deep in his heart arises a prayer for success.

Again that feeling of anticipation sweeps over him.