"You must not give much, because I am poor, but you must get a very good one."
"Amān, amān, see now what she says: I must get a good one, and yet not give much money. Do you hear, Vali Pasha?"
And when he came back from the bazaars:
"I have bought the friend, Padishah."
"Where is he? I don't see him."
"He is here, in my bag."
"How much did you give for him?"
"Ten piastres."
"He cannot be a good one if he is as cheap as that, and so small that he will go in your bag."
"Oh yes, he is a good friend," and he produces a roll of tobacco; "a good friend and little money. That was what you said, wasn't it, Padishah?"