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Only I may be quite mistaken but I don't quite see how you are going to manage the rest of your programme without me, that's all." "O deficient in intelligence!" cried the Jinnee. "What assistance canst thou render me?" "Well," said Horace, "of course, you can get into the bottle alone that's simple enough.
As for the master, for two days he had not eaten; he merely swallowed a cup of coffee in the morning because Achmet wept. This afternoon he had fled to his violin for relief. Verily, God was afflicting them! "The bad fortune of the good turns his face to heaven, even as the good fortune of the bad bends his head to the earth. It is the will of God: Islam!" said The Jinnee, simply. "I must see Mr.
"I tell you, sir, I saw it with my own eyes driving to the station this morning; my coachman and footman saw it; my wife saw it damn it, sir, we all saw it!" Then Horace understood. His indefatigable Jinnee had been at work again!
"Then," said Horace, boldly, "couldn't you remove that palace dissipate it into space or something?" "Verily," said the Jinnee, in an aggravated tone, "to do good acts unto such as thee is but wasted time, for thou givest me no peace till they are undone!" "This is the last time," urged Horace; "I promise never to ask you for anything again."
"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.
"Will this satisfy thee?" inquired the Jinnee, as his green turban and flowing robes suddenly resolved themselves into the conventional chimney-pot hat, frock-coat, and trousers of modern civilisation. He bore a painful resemblance in them to the kind of elderly gentleman who comes on in the harlequinade to be bonneted by the clown; but Horace was in no mood to be critical just then.
"If I were but sealed up in my bottle once more," said the Jinnee, "would not even the Lord Mayor have respect unto the seal of Suleyman, and forbear to disturb me?" "Why, of course he would!" cried Horace, hardly daring to believe his ears. "That's really a brilliant idea of yours, my dear Mr. Fakrash." "And in the bottle I should not be compelled to work," continued the Jinnee.
"I I " began Horace, utterly broken down; and then he saw, with emotions that may be imagined, the Jinnee himself, in his green robes, standing immediately behind Mr. Wackerbath. "Greeting to you," said Fakrash, coming forward with his smile of amiable cunning.
Horace determined to make one last appeal to Fakrash's sense of gratitude, since it had always seemed the dominant trait in his character. "Well," he said, "but for me, wouldn't you be still in that brass bottle?" "That," replied the Jinnee, "is the very reason why I purpose to destroy thee!" "Oh!" was all Horace could find to say at this most unlooked-for answer.
Jinnee," he added, "I don't know what new scheme you have got in your head but if you are proposing to marry me to anybody in particular " "Have I not informed thee that I have it in contemplation to obtain for thee the hand of a King's daughter of marvellous beauty and accomplishments?" "You know perfectly well you never mentioned it before," said Horace, while Sylvia gave a little low cry.
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