"I do."
"And art loved again?"
"Truly, I believe so."
"Then, whencefore art thou unhappy; reciprocal love begets not unhappiness?"
"True, good leech; but he whom I love so well is a Christian, and I can hold no communication with him, much less even hope to be his wife."
"Do you love him so well that you would leave home, father, everything, for him?" asked the Jew.
"Alas! it would be hard to leave my father but still am I so wholly his, I would do even so."
"Then may you be happy yet," said he, who spoke to her, as he tossed back the hood of his gaberdine, and removed the false hair that he wore, presenting the features of young Selim, whom she loved!
"How is this possible?" she said, between her sobs and smiles of joy; "my father told me that the Armenian recommended you for your skill in the healing art."
"He is my friend, the man who taught me my religion, my everything, and the only confidant I have in all Constantinople. To him I told the grief of my heart at our separation; by chance your father called on him for counsel; he knew the Bey, and his mind suggested that I was the true physician whom you needed, and fabricating the story of my profession, he sent me hither."