“That’s saying you don’t like Suleiman.”
“No. But I don’t like him, and he hates me.”
“Why?”
“Because he likes my country.”
“And I suppose you like his?”
“I? No. I have got plenty of land that my father left me. He sent me—you know; I told you—to England.”
“Yes, I know; to be educated and made an English gentleman.”
“Yes,” said the young man, with a sigh; and his handsome half-Spanish countenance clouded over. “And I did work so hard to make myself like you young Englishmen; but I had not the chance.”
“But you did splendidly. I heard of how high a position you took.”
The young Rajah smiled sadly and shook his head.