Then come and stay with me in Jerusalem, and we can talk things over.' There was no doubt of the kindliness of his intention.
I thanked him, and strolled back toward the village in the starlight, Rashid, who, at my first appearance, had detached himself from a small group which sat around the missionary's kitchen fire, stalking on before me with a lantern.
It seemed a wonder that the village dogs, which had made so great a noise on our arrival in the place so short a while before, now took no notice, seeming to recognise our steps as those of lawful inmates.
At the headman's house Suleyman still sat up talking with the village elders.

He expressed a hope that I had much enjoyed myself, but with a hint of grievance which I noticed as a thing expected.

Looking round upon those eager, friendly faces, I compared them with the cold face of the missionary, who suddenly appeared to me as a great bird of prey.

I hated him instinctively, for he was like a schoolmaster; and yet his words had weight, for I was young to judge, and schoolmasters, though hateful, have a knack of being in the right.
At last we three went up on to the roof to sleep.

We had lain down and said 'good night' to one another, when Suleyman remarked, as if soliloquising: 'Things will never be the same.' 'What do you mean ?' I questioned crossly.
'That missionary has spoilt everything.