Beside the pasha stood an official, with a beard of extraordinary length.
"Who's that?"
"Hush?" whispered Deering; "don't speak so loud."
"Who is he?" again asked the orphan, sinking his voice.
"The one with the beard?"
"Yes."
"His name is Whiska Said Mahmoud Ben Ross Latreille," returned Deering.
"Dear, dear!" murmured the orphan, in despairing accents, "I shall never——"
"Ease her, stop her!" cried a familiar voice in Mr. Figgins's ear, "you've got it in a knot."
It was Nat Cringle.