CHAPTER XLVII.
New Acquaintance--Wired Cases--Bread and Wine--Armenian Colonies--Learning Without Money--What a Language--The Tide--Your Foible--Learning of the Haiks--Old Proverb--Pressing Invitation.
Just as I was about to reply to the interrogation of my new-formed acquaintance, a man, with a dusky countenance, probably one of the Lascars, or Mulattos, of whom the old woman had spoken, came up and whispered to him, and with this man he presently departed, not however before he had told me the place of his abode, and requested me to visit him.
After the lapse of a few days, I called at the house, which he had indicated.

It was situated in a dark and narrow street, in the heart of the city, at no great distance from the Bank.

I entered a counting-room, in which a solitary clerk, with a foreign look, was writing.

The stranger was not at home; returning the next day, however, I met him at the door as he was about to enter; he shook me warmly by the hand.

"I am glad to see you," said he, "follow me, I was just thinking of you." He led me through the counting-room, to an apartment up a flight of stairs; before ascending, however, he looked into the book in which the foreign-visaged clerk was writing, and, seemingly not satisfied with the manner in which he was executing his task, he gave him two or three cuffs, telling him at the same time that he deserved crucifixion.
The apartment above stairs, to which he led me, was large, with three windows which opened upon the street.