One person only had not fallen down on his knees, and that person
was Mohammed Ali.

He had secreted himself behind a rock, and there he stands,
regarding the pacha with eager eyes, and glancing contemptuously at
those who, at other times so noisy and arrogant, are now bowed down
in the dust, and who have as yet not even ventured to raise their
heads.

But now the scene on the shore becomes an animated one. The governor
has ordered that other boats be sent out to the ship, and a peculiar
and wondrous sight presents itself on board.

White female figures, closely enveloped in long white veils, appear
on deck. Tall men, with black faces and fat bodies, stand at their
side. The sailors have disappeared from the deck; no one is now
visible but the white female figures and the fat black men.

"That is the harem of the grand-vizier," the people now whisper to
each other, "and those men at their side are the eunuchs."

Two of these eunuchs now come to the shore, and, in threatening
tones, order the men to leave the beach at once, and to go up to
Cavalla to announce there that no one shall allow himself to be seen
in the streets.

The men hurriedly ascend the pathway to the city, without even
venturing to look back at the pacha's harem.

Mohammed Ali alone is nowhere to be seen. He has crouched down