The vizier bowed, and the pacha quitted the divan.
The renegade, with a smile upon his lips, and Mustapha with astonishment looked at each other for a few seconds “You have a great talent, Selim,” observed the vizier.
“Thanks to your introduction, and to my own invention, it will at last be called into action. Recollect, vizier, that I am grateful—you understand me;” and the renegade quitted the divan, leaving Mustapha still in his astonishment.
Volume Two--Chapter Seven.
“Mustapha,” said the pacha, taking his pipe out of his mouth, after an hour’s smoking in silence, “I have been thinking it very odd that our Holy Prophet (blessed be his name!) should have given himself so much trouble about such a son of Shitan as that renegade rascal, Huckaback, whose religion is only in his turban. By the sword of the Prophet, is it not strange that he should send him to command my fleet!”
“It was the will of your sublime highness,” replied Mustapha, “that he should command your fleet.”
“Mashallah! Was it not the will of the Prophet?”
Mustapha smoked his pipe, and made no reply.