‘We will seek for a wife for you. There are plenty of girls prettier than Dschemila.’
‘I dare say; but I don’t want them.’
‘But what will you do with all the cushions and carpets, and beautiful things you bought for your house?’
‘They can stay in the chests.’
‘But the moths will eat them! For a few weeks, it is of no consequence, but after a year or two they will be quite useless.’
‘And if they have to lie there ten years I will have Dschemila, and her only, for my wife. For a month, or even two months, I will rest here quietly. Then I will go and seek her afresh.’
‘Oh, you are quite mad! Is she the only maiden in the world? There are plenty of others better worth having than she is.’
‘If there are I have not seen them! And why do you make all this fuss? Every man knows his own business best.
‘Why, it is you who are making all the fuss yourself.’
But Dschemil turned and went into the house, for he did not want to quarrel.