The vessel was now going at full speed.
“We are near Kululee,” said Mr. Bracebridge.
“Yes, we are,” said I; “and there is our friend the Bey on the palace steps. Look at him, Miss; he is in his grand costume. I wonder what is going on there to-day?”
“To-day,” replied Mr. Bracebridge, “is Friday, the Turkish Sunday. Did you not hear the cannon just now, when the Sultan went to the Mosque?”
“Oh, yes, I not only heard it, but also saw the procession, and very nearly lost the boat.”
“I was told you were rather behind.”
“So much so, that you were upon the move.”
Miss Nightingale observed that although the Kululee hospitals were so well situated, it was reported by medical men that they were very unhealthy, more especially the lower one.
“So I hear, Mademoiselle; but my opinion is, that it is owing to defective drainage. They were making fresh ventilators in the wards of the lower one yesterday, which will be a very great improvement. Miss Stanley is gone?”
“Yes,” said Miss Nightingale; “she has been very unwell for some time.”