“Oh, you wait.”

“I like your doctor.”

“Well, you must like Sir Charles Dallas.”

“What! Suleiman’s Resident? I don’t know him. Your English Queen—I mean Her Majesty—”

“Yes, I know,” said Archie, laughing.

“She has not sent a Resident to live in my country.”

“No. Do you know why?”

“Yes,” said the young man coldly. “She does not trust me.”

“Ha, ha, ha!”

“Why do you laugh?”