"Silence, dog," shouted the bashaw.
"Silence," shouted everyone else.
"Continue," said the judge to Bosja.
"I endured the dreadful sound as long as I could, until the anguish of my tooth became so great I could bear it no longer, and I sent a civil messenger to the Frank yonder to cease."
"And he complied with your request?"
"Not he, your mightiness. He played all the louder, and the dreadful noise he made nearly killed me."
"I was in my own room, your worship," interposed Mr. Figgins, "and had a right to play as loud as I liked."
The bashaw here referred to his vizier.
"What says the law?" he asked, in a low tone. "Does it permit a man to do what he likes in his own room?"
The vizier scratched his nose and reflected.