“Well,” muttered the renegade, who was now out of hearing, “of all the scoundrels—”
Whom they were referring to in their separate soliloquies must be left to the reader’s imagination; for caution prevented either of the parties from giving vent to the remainder of their thoughts.
Volume One--Chapter Six.
“Mashallah! How wonderful is God! Did the caliph Haroun ever hear such stories?” observed the pacha, taking the pipe from his mouth, as he was indulging in company with Mustapha: “that infidel tells strange histories of strange countries—What will his mouth open to next?”
“The Shaitan bacheh, for a son of the devil he still is, although he wears the turban and bows to Allah, will prove a treasury of amusement to your sublime highness,” replied Mustapha: “but what are the words of the sage?—‘If thou hast gold in thy hazneh, keep it locked, and add thereto; thus shalt thou become rich.’”
“They are the words of wisdom,” replied the pacha.
“Then may I advise your highness to walk out this evening in search of more, and not exhaust that which is in your possession?”
“Wallah thaib! It is well said!” answered the pacha, rising from his musnud or carpet of state: “the moon is up—when all is ready we will proceed.”