Pasha.--The Englishman is welcome; most blessed among hours is
this, the hour of his coming.

Dragoman (to the traveller).--The Pasha pays you his compliments.

Traveller.--Give him my best compliments in return, and say I'm
delighted to have the honour of seeing him.

Dragoman (to the Pasha).--His lordship, this Englishman, Lord of
London, Scorner of Ireland, Suppressor of France, has quitted his
governments, and left his enemies to breathe for a moment, and has
crossed the broad waters in strict disguise, with a small but
eternally faithful retinue of followers, in order that he might
look upon the bright countenance of the Pasha among Pashas--the
Pasha of the everlasting Pashalik of Karagholookoldour.

Traveller (to his dragoman).--What on earth have you been saying
about London? The Pasha will be taking me for a mere cockney.
Have not I told you ALWAYS to say that I am from a branch of the
family of Mudcombe Park, and that I am to be a magistrate for the
county of Bedfordshire, only I've not qualified, and that I should
have been a deputy-lieutenant if it had not been for the
extraordinary conduct of Lord Mountpromise, and that I was a
candidate for Goldborough at the last election, and that I should
have won easy if my committee had not been bought. I wish to
Heaven that if you DO say anything about me, you'd tell the simple
truth.

Dragoman [is silent].