He cursed the Consul and the Druzes indiscriminately.

But on our journey up into the mountains his reconstructive mind transfigured my misfortunes, making of them an event well calculated to 'exalt our honour.' So great was my consideration in my native country that the Queen herself had written to the Consul-General to take care of me and see that I was not defrauded when I bought my land.

The Consul, who had been neglectful of me, and knew nothing of the land I wished to buy, had been afraid of the Queen's anger, hence his mad activity.

I did not hear that version at the time, nor from Rashid's own lips; but it came to my ears eventually, after its vogue was past.
We both hoped, however, that the house and land would yet be ours.
I found the Druze chief prostrate with humiliation and bewilderment.
He greeted me with monstrous sighs, and told me how ashamed he was, how very ill.

His eyes reproached me.