"Yes, the very same."
"Him—well it's a good thing, when people stay as they were. To be sure I know some people who can't say so much of themselves, and who instead of minding their own business, pretend to heal inward diseases, and when a faithful old servant . . ."
"Hold your tongue, and wait patiently till evening." These last words were spoken seriously, and produced the desired impression. The old man made another obeisance, and before his master left him, said: "I came here under the protection of Phanes, the former commander of the Greek mercenaries. He wishes very much to speak with you."
"That is his concern. He can come to me."
"You never leave that sick girl, whose eyes are as sound as . . ."
"Hib!"
"For all I care she may have a cataract in both. May Phanes come to you this evening?"
"I wished to be alone with you."
"So did I; but the Greek seems to be in a great hurry, and he knows nearly everything that I have to tell you."
"Have you been gossiping then?"