“When we were young,” said the old Turk with the white beard to his companion, shaking his head, “when we were young—”
“We conquered Anatolia, and never opened our mouths,” rejoined his companion.
“I never offered an opinion till I was sixty,” said the old Turk; “and then it was one which had been in our family for a century.”
“No wonder Hunniades carries everything before him,” said his companion.
“And that accursed Iskander,” said the old man.
The chief eunuch, finishing his vase of sherbet, moved away. The Armenian physician followed him.
CHAPTER 9
The chief eunuch turned into a burial-ground, through which a way led, by an avenue of cypress-trees, to the quarter of the Seraglio. The Armenian physician, accompanied by his page, followed him.
“Noble sir!” said the Armenian physician; “may I trespass for a moment on your lordship’s attention?”