ABSTRACT
The poor child had gone to sleep whilst I was examining her hair with that solicitude which every owner shows when he is anxiously trying to find out what there is amiss in something he has just acquired. I heard Ibrahim outside call Υa sidi (Hey, Sir!), and other words by which I understood that someone had come to call on me. I went out of the room, and on the gallery found the Jew Yousef anxious to talk to me. He saw that I did not wish him to go into the room, and we walked up and down as we smoked.
