Having arrived at this decision I sat down among those trees and gazed in rapture at the view across the valley.

It was indeed a grand position for a house.
Rashid exclaimed: 'Our dwelling will be seen afar.

The traveller on distant roads will see its windows flashing, and will certainly inquire the owner's name.

Yet would I rather it had faced the evening sun, because more people are abroad at sunset than at dawn.' 'The morning sun is better for the growth of plants, and it comports the evening shadow, which is most agreeable,' murmured Suleyman, who stretched his length upon the ground before us, chewing a flower-stem with an air of wisdom.
As we were there conversing lazily, one of the peasant-partners in the land came through the trees, bringing a tray with cups of coffee, which he had prepared for our refreshment.
'The Lord preserve thy hands, O Casim,' sighed Suleyman.

'Thou comest at the very moment when my soul said "coffee."' The peasant Casim beamed with pleasure at the thanks we showered on him, and, squatting down, inquired if we had yet decided anything.
'Aye,' I replied.