“No, but I should have been more afraid of him.”
“Ah! Yes, of course.”
“But please don’t tell the Pasha I said anything, otherwise he would not forgive me.”
“Have no fear. If you hear what is going on in the camp let me know.”
“Myself and my son are at your service. We shall hear all that goes on, and will let you know.”
I saw Osman Latif proceed soon after to the Pasha’s quarters, and kiss his hands, and bend reverently before him, and immediately I followed, curious to observe. The Pasha sat gravely on his chair, and delivered his orders to Osman Latif with the air of power, and Osman Latif bowed obsequiously after hearing each order, and an innocent stranger might have imagined that one embodied kingly authority and the other slavish obedience. Soon after I departed absorbed in my own thoughts.
