performance of our promises. Oh! and, by-the-bye, whilst you are
about it, you may as well just say at the end that the British
yeoman is still, thank God! the British yeoman.

Pasha (after hearing the dragoman).--It is true, it is true: --
through all Feringhistan the English are foremost and best; for the
Russians are drilled swine, and the Germans are sleeping babes, and
the Italians are the servants of songs, and the French are the sons
of newspapers, and the Greeks they are weavers of lies, but the
English and the Osmanlees are brothers together in righteousness;
for the Osmanlees believe in one only God, and cleave to the Koran,
and destroy idols, so do the English worship one God, and abominate
graven images, and tell the truth, and believe in a book, and
though they drink the juice of the grape, yet to say that they
worship their prophet as God, or to say that they are eaters of
pork, these are lies--lies born of Greeks, and nursed by Jews!

Dragoman.--The Pasha compliments the English.

Traveller (rising).--Well, I've had enough of this. Tell the Pasha
I am greatly obliged to him for his hospitality, and still more for
his kindness in furnishing me with horses, and say that now I must
be off.

Pasha (after hearing the dragoman, and standing up on his divan).
{3}--Proud are the sires, and blessed are the dams of the horses
that shall carry his Excellency to the end of his prosperous
journey. May the saddle beneath him glide down to the gates of the
happy city, like a boat swimming on the third river of Paradise.
May he sleep the sleep of a child, when his friends are around him;