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In what quarter of the palace rests he? And Foulik Pasha?" "Foulik Pasha sits by his door, and the room is by the doorway where the sarrafs keep the accounts for the palaces your Highness builds. Also, abides near, the Greek, who toils upon the usury paid by your Highness to Europe." Ismail smiled. The allusions were subtle and piercing. There was a short pause. Each was waiting.
In what quarter of the palace rests he? And Foulik Pasha?" "Foulik Pasha sits by his door, and the room is by the doorway where the sarrafs keep the accounts for the palaces your Highness builds. Also, abides near, the Greek, who toils upon the usury paid by your Highness to Europe." Ismail smiled. The allusions were subtle and piercing. There was a short pause. Each was waiting.
As for Kingsley Bey, he faced a woman who, as the truth dawned upon her, stared at him in a painful silence for a moment, and then drew back to the doorway of the house as though to find sudden refuge. Kingsley's head went round. Nothing had gone according to his anticipations. Foulik Pasha had upset things. "Now you know I wished to tell you myself," he said.
What would he, Dicky Donovan, do? He knew by the look in Kingsley's eyes that it was time for him to go. He moved down to Foulik Pasha, and, taking his arm, urged him towards the shore with a whispered word.
As for Kingsley Bey, he faced a woman who, as the truth dawned upon her, stared at him in a painful silence for a moment, and then drew back to the doorway of the house as though to find sudden refuge. Kingsley's head went round. Nothing had gone according to his anticipations. Foulik Pasha had upset things. "Now you know I wished to tell you myself," he said.
In any other country than Egypt it would have been comic opera Foulik Pasha and his men so egregiously important; Kingsley so overwhelmed by the duty that lay before him; the woman in a whimsically embarrassing position with the odds, the laugh, against her, yet little likely to take the obvious view of things and so make possible a commonplace end. What would she do? What would Kingsley do?
Then you can be a slave, and have quiet nights. If you are rich, effendi, remember my brother. Good-night, effendi. May sacrifices be yours . . . and My Lady says good-night." Kingsley gave her a gold-piece and went down to Foulik Pasha. As they steamed away Kingsley looked in vain to the house on the shore. There was no face at window or door, no sign of life about the place.
You are " she made an impatient gesture "well, you are English still!" He was hit hard. The suggestion of her voice was difficult to bear. "I am not so ungentlemanly as you think. I meant to tell you almost at once. I thought that as an old friend I might wait a moment or two. The conversation got involved, and it grew harder every minute. Then Foulik Pasha came-and now. . . ."
You are " she made an impatient gesture "well, you are English still!" He was hit hard. The suggestion of her voice was difficult to bear. "I am not so ungentlemanly as you think. I meant to tell you almost at once. I thought that as an old friend I might wait a moment or two. The conversation got involved, and it grew harder every minute. Then Foulik Pasha came-and now...."
I didn't know he knew you personally, till you two met on that veranda at Assiout, and " "And you made it difficult for him to explain at once I remember." "I'm afraid I did. I've got a nasty little temper at times, and I had a chance to get even. Then things got mixed, and Foulik Pasha upset the whole basket of plums.
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