The orphan was dreadfully indignant.
"What!" he cried, "pay twice over for what's my own property? I won't pay another farthing, you pot-bellied old humbug."
"What does he say?" asked the bashaw of his vizier; "does he consent?"
The interpreter turned slightly green with dismay as he stammered in reply—
"He expresses himself utterly overpowered by the—the—splendour of your highness's magnificent condescension; but—a—a—at the same time he is not at the present moment able to a—avail himself of it."
"You mean to say he has no sufficient funds—is that it?"
"Yes, your highness."
The disappointed bashaw uttered an angry grunt, and looking savagely at the prisoner, said to him—
"Since you can't pay, you must——"
"I can pay," shouted the orphan, in a furiously indignant tone; "but I won't."