“Is not the earth, and what the earth contains, made for your sublime highness?” replied Mustapha, drawing from his vest a bottle of spirits.
“God is great!” said the pacha, taking the bottle from his mouth, after a long draught, and handing it to his vizier.
“God is most merciful!” replied Mustapha, recovering his breath, and wiping down his beard with the sleeve of his kalaât, as he respectfully passed the bottle over to his superior.
Volume Two--Chapter Two.
“Hham d’illah! Praise be to God!” exclaimed the pacha, as the divan closed. “This is dry work, hearing petitions for three hours, and not a sequin to my treasury. Mustapha, has the renegade come back?”
“The kafir waits to kiss the dust of your sublime feet,” replied the vizier.
“Let him approach, then, Mustapha,” said the pacha joyfully; and the renegade immediately made his appearance.
“Kosh amedeid! you are welcome, Huckaback. We have had our ears poisoned since you quitted us. I forget where it was that you left off.”