there was a warm touch of indignant remonstrance in his tone when
he called again:

"Sah-luma! Rouse thee, man, for very shame's sake! Art thou dead
to the honor of thy calling, that thou dost wilfully consent to be
the victim of wine-bibbing and debauchery? O thou frail soul! how
hast thou quenched the heavenly essence within thee! ... why wilt
thou be thus self-disgraced and all inglorious? Sah-luma! Sah-
luma!"--and he shook him violently by the arm--"Up,--up, thou
truant to the faith of Art! I will not let thee drowse the hours
away in such unseemliness, . . wake! for the night is almost past,--
the morning is at hand, and danger threatens thee,--wouldst thou
be found here drunk at sunrise?"

This time Sah-luma was thoroughly disturbed, and with a half
uttered oath he sat up, pushed his tumbled hair from his brows,
and stared at his companion in blinking, sleepy wonderment.

"Now, by my soul! ... thou art a most unmannerly ruffian!" he said
pettishly, yet with a vacant smile,--"what question didst thou
bawl unmusically in mine ear? Will I be drunk at sunrise? Aye! ...
and at sunset too, Sir Malapert, if that will satisfy thee! Hast
thou been grudged sufficient wine that thou dost envy me my
slumber? What dost thou here? ... where hast thou been?".. and,
becoming more conscious of his surroundings he suddenly stood up,
and catching hold of Theos to support himself, gazed upon him
suspiciously with very dim and bloodshot eyes ... "Art thou fresh
from the arms of the ravishing Nelida? ... is she not fair? a
choice morsel for a lover's banquet? ... Doth she not dance a
madness into the veins? ... aye, aye!--she was reserved for thee,