The question was answered indirectly:
“Let’s to the temple, or ‘House of Bethesda.’ I’ve taken the liberty to order its illumination. Come, we’ll see how its jasmines climb on its sturdy walls by the light of the torches kindled for hymen!”
So saying, the Hospitaler turned in the direction mentioned, and all, including the missioners, followed him. The scene was fairy-like. There were lights and flowers and songs. The feasters from Jerusalem were in holiday attire, and those of the villagers that joined in the concourse were hearty participants in the festivities.
Arriving at the temple, the Hospitaler led Beulah toward the speaker’s dais.
“Will not the camel-driver enter?” questioned the knight of a companion.
“No; he’s half way back to the city by this time.”
“Stand by thy other self,” said the knight to the Jewish groom.
The latter obeyed with alacrity; his zeal and his bashfulness precluding grace of action.
“Four hands clasped; crossed,” said the Hospitaler.