The entrance to the bathroom was locked. It was water-tight, so that should Sherif el Habib at any time desire the whole fifteen feet of depth to be flooded, no water could escape into the other parts of the palace.
When the ladies had grown weary they made a move to leave. But they were tired.
The water was ten feet deep, and still rising.
One, the beauteous Lola, a sweet creature made to be loved, was so exhausted that she begged one of the others to save her.
Buba, another Persian beauty, went to her assistance, but Lola clung so tightly to her that both became exhausted and sank, never to rise again in life.
The others shrieked for help.
No one heard them.
They could not stand on the sides. The steps were slippery as glass, and could not be ascended.
The water gradually rose until twelve feet of water was in the bath.
When Sherif, alarmed at the long absence of the bathers, burst open the door, he was almost swept away by the overflow of the water.