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It was not often that Horace could honestly commend any performance of the Jinnee's, but at this he could not restrain his admiration. "By Jove!" he said, "that certainly gets the Lord Mayor and everybody else out of the mess as neatly as possible. I must say, Mr. Fakrash, it's much the best thing I've seen you do yet."
"Why, of course I am! Haven't I been saying so all this time?" "Who can satisfy him so surely as I?" "You!" cried Horace. "Do you mean to say you really would? Mr. Fakrash, you are an old brick! That would be the very thing!" "There is naught," said the Jinnee, smiling indulgently, "that I would not do to promote thy welfare, for thou hast rendered me inestimable service.
"I gained such information as I desired," said Fakrash, guardedly; "and now, for the last time, I am come to ask thee whether thou wilt still persist in refusing to wed the illustrious Bedeea-el-Jemal? And have a care how thou answerest." "So you haven't given up the idea?" said Horace. "Well, since you make such a point of it, I'll meet you as far as this.
"Hear, hear!" Horace could not help throwing in, though in so discreet an undertone that it was inaudible. "Far be this from me," replied Fakrash. "For he has become unto me even as a favourite son, whom I design to place upon the golden pinnacle of felicity.
"My good, excellent friend," said Horace, by no means impressed by this catalogue of charms, "one doesn't marry to mortify wild cows." "When she walketh with a vacillating gait," continued Fakrash, as though he had not been interrupted, "the willow branch itself turneth green with envy."
You'll only be in the way here. Do you suppose he doesn't know his own beastly business?" They left accordingly; whereupon Fakrash took the cup an ordinary breakfast cup with a Greek key-border pattern in pale blue round the top and, drenching the mule with the contents, exclaimed, "Quit this form and return to the form in which thou wast!"
"O, silly-bearded one!" said the Jinnee, in half-scornful rebuke; "art thou, then, ignorant that we of the Jinn are not as mortals, that we should feel the ravages of age?" "Forgive me if I'm personal," said Horace; "but surely your own hair and beard might be described as rather inclining to grey." "Not from age," said Fakrash, "This cometh from long confinement." "I see," said Horace.
He'll be wanting to give me a present of some sort soon and of course I can't have that.... My dear Mr. Fakrash," he said aloud, "I've done nothing nothing at all and if I had, I couldn't possibly accept any reward for it." "What are thy names, and what calling dost thou follow?"
Or perhaps she became so by marrying a mortal; I dare say that Fakrash himself wouldn't have lasted all this time if he hadn't been bottled, like a tinned tomato. But I'm glad I found this out, because Fakrash is evidently unaware of it, and, if he should persist in any more of this nonsense, I think I see my way now to getting the better of him."
"If you insist on my making a fool of myself, I suppose I must. But where am I to drive, and why?" "That," replied Fakrash, "thou shalt discover at the fitting moment." And so, amidst the shouts of the spectators, Ventimore climbed up into the strange-looking vehicle, while the Jinnee took his seat by his side. Horace had a parting glimpse of Mr. and Mrs.
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