He was walking through the streets and bazaars of the town, Jack on one side of him, Harry on the other, though the reader, at first glance, would probably not have recognised any of them.
Harkaway and Girdwood presented the appearance of Ottoman civilians belonging to the "Young Turkey" party, whilst the venerable tutor stalked along in full fig as a magnificent robed and turbaned Turk of the old school.
It had become quite a mania with Isaac to turn himself as far as he possibly could into a Moslem.
He had taken quite naturally to the Turkish tobacco, and the national mode of smoking it through a chibouque, or water-pipe.
But in outward appearance Mr. Mole had certainly succeeded in turning Turk, more especially as he had fixed on a large false grey beard, which matched beautifully with his green and gold turban.
He had again mounted his cork legs, and encased his cork feet with splendid-fitting patent leather boots, and Mole felt happy.
"They take me for a pasha of three tails, don't you think so?" he delightedly asked his companions.
"Half a dozen tails at least, I should say," returned Jack, "and of course they take us for a couple of your confidential attendants."
"In that case, I must walk before you, and adopt a proud demeanour, to show my superiority," said Mole.
So whilst Jack and Harry dropped humbly in the rear, he strode forward with a haughty stiffness of dignity, which his two cork legs rather enhanced than otherwise.