The panel opened at this menace and the clown reappeared.
"Who does this Arab belong to?"
"A lady lodging here, who is very fond of it."
"Let me speak with her."
"Can't; she is sleeping."
"Ask her if she wants five hundred pistoles for the barb."
"That is a right royal price." And the rustic opened his eyes widely.
"Just, so; the king wants the creature."
"You are not the king."
"But I represent him, and he is in a hurry."