But the sheykh would not accept it from us.

Gravely smiling, and stroking his grey beard, he said: 'Nay, do what pleases you.

God knows, your pleasure is a law to us.

Nay, speak the word, and almost (God forgive me!) I would bring my little son for you to shoot.

So unlimited is my regard for men so much above the common rules of this our county, and who are protected in their every fancy by the Powers of Europe.' His flattery dejected us for many days..