"Love is quite enough for any girl to think of."
"And those women in Paris, do they think only of love?"
"No; they think of money as well. That's why I prefer you."
She slipped her slim arms about his neck, pressing, her slight form against him, kissing him passionately.
"Let me live in the gilded chamber until you come back," she whispered, "and then I should feel the most honoured among your slaves."
However, he avoided this suggestion.
"We'll see about that when I return," he answered with an amused, indulgent air.
Then he held the girl closer.
"Now, before I go, Rayma, is there nothing you want? Nothing I can do for you?"
"There is one thing, my Sultan. Sell Leonora. I hate her. She's a great fat toad, always plotting and planning to steal your heart from me."