“Yes, he is our friend.”
“His horror,” added the priest, “at the villainy displayed by a father, who would sell his young and beautiful daughter to the Shah against her will, was plainly discoverable in the manner in which he stamped his foot, and cried, ‘Scandalous! Shameful!’”
“And the allusion to the maid—” began Edgar.
“That, you know,” said the priest, “is left for you and for me to interpret, as best we may. Miss Morgan must have a maid, must she not?”
“Certainly. Every English lady must have a maid,” said my master, smiling a happy smile.
“And it wouldn’t do, would it, for the English General to be implicated in the abduction of a Persian noble’s daughter?”
“No, certainly not.”
“And so you see that—”
“Yes, yes, I see,” cried master, laughing right heartily now. “Beebee must, for the time being, become Miss Morgan’s lady’s-maid. Ha! ha! ha! It is droll.”
“Yes, it is droll.”