The monarch could read as much in her face whenever they chanced to meet, and the feelings of tenderness which he had entertained for her were also changing, and he felt that he should soon exercise the right of a master if he could make no impression upon the beautiful Circassian as a lover.
"You treat me with coldness, Komel," he said to her, reproachfully.
"Our actions are only truthful when they speak the language of the heart," replied she.
"You forget my forbearance."
"I forget nothing, but remember constantly too much," she replied.
"It may be, Komel, that you do not remember on thing, which it is necessary to recall to you mind. You are my slave!"
Leaving the Sultan and his household, we will turn once more to Capt. Selim, and see with what success he treated his fair patient, the old Bey's daughter, in his assumed character of a Jewish leech.