Djidda and Medina, she repeated her satisfied "Ah!" took his hand, and
went on with coaxing but emphatic entreaty while she played with his big
fingers: "And now, best and kindest Rustem, in all Memphis there is but
one really trusty messenger; but he, you see, is betrothed, and so he
would rather get married and go home with his bride than help us to save
the life of poor Paula."

"The cur!" growled the Persian.

At this Mary laughed out: "Yes, the cur!" and went on gaily: "But you
are abusing yourself, you stupid Rustem. You, you are the messenger I
mean, the only faithful and trustworthy one far or near. You, you must
meet the governor...."

"I!" said the man, and he stood still with amazement; but Mary pulled
him onward, saying: "But come on, or the others will notice something.--
Yes, you, you must...."

"But child, child," interrupted Rustem lamentably,

"I must go back to my master; and you see, common right and justice...."

"You do not choose to leave your sweetheart; not even if the kind
creature who watched over you day and night should die for it--die the
most cruel and horrible death! You were ready enough to call that other,
as you supposed, a cur--that other whom no one nursed till he was well
again; but as for yourself. . . ."

"Have patience then! Hear me, little Mistress!" Rustem broke in again,
and pulled away his hand. "I am quite willing to wait and Mandane must