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"I will tell you, Marchetto," said Gregorios, gravely. "The lion and the lamb shall lie down together, when the lion lies down with the lamb inside of him." "Take, and eat!" exclaimed the ready Jew, holding out the Rhodes tapestry to Balsamides. "A man who has fasted throughout Ramazán shall not break his fast with an onion," retorted Gregorios, laughing.
Laleli relapsed into a scornful silence. She was better of her pain, but she was angry at the physician's manner. Balsamides took out his watch, and began to count the minutes. There was a dead silence in the spacious hall, where the lights burned as brightly as ever, while the heavy clouds of tobacco smoke slowly wreathed themselves around the chandeliers and mirrors.
The ghastly yellow color of her face made the unnatural brightness of her beady eyes more extraordinary still. To judge from her appearance, she had not long to live, and Balsamides realized the fact as soon as he was in her presence. It was not a fever; it was no sudden illness which had attacked her, depriving her of strength, speech, and consciousness.
Tea, coffee, sherbet, a beautiful view, and a little illumination of the gardens, constituted the whole entertainment, but the enthusiasm of my guests knew no bounds, probably because they had never seen anything of the kind before. "Griggs is growing to be a true Oriental," said Balsamides, approvingly; "he understands how the Turks live."
The latter had now been an hour in the shop, and showed no signs of going away. Marchetto returned to the original question. "If it is worth so much, why do you not take it to one of the embassies?" asked Balsamides at last.
Madame Patoff looked silently out at the view, leaning on Alexander's arm, while John Carvel and his wife stood close together, smiling and appreciative, the ideal of a well-assorted and perfectly happy middle-aged couple. Cutter talked to Balsamides, and Paul followed Hermione as she slowly moved from point to point.
Cutter and Balsamides were men of widely different nationalities and temperaments: the one a ruthless scientist, the other an equally ruthless fatalist; the one ready to sacrifice the lives of others to a fanatic worship of his profession, the other willing to sacrifice himself to the inevitable with heroic courage, but holding other men's lives as of no more value than his own.
At last I took my leave and went home, for I was anxious to see Gregorios, and to hear from him what plan he proposed to adopt for the solution of our difficulties at this critical moment. I found him waiting for me. "Have you made up your mind?" I asked. Balsamides was sitting beside his table with a book. He looked even paler than usual, and was evidently more excited than he liked to own.
He attributed her constancy to an intention to impose upon him a second time by appearing to suffer in silence rather than to sell her secret for the medicine. He looked on, quite unmoved, for some minutes. At last she raised her head and showed the deathly color of her face. "Medicine!" she gasped. "Not this time, unless you make a full confession," said Balsamides calmly.
But their visits are merely the satisfaction of curiosity on the one side, and of formality on the other." "I was wondering whether one of them would not be the best person in whom to confide." "Not yet," said Balsamides. And so our interview ended. When I saw Paul and told him the news, he seemed to think that the search was already at an end.
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