ABSTRACT
The ladies disappeared in some dark staircase at the gateway, and I turned round, meaning to go back again. An Abyssinian slave, tall and stronglooking, was busy shutting it. I tried to think of some word to convince him that I had mistaken the house, and that I had thought I was going into my own, but the word Tayeb, however universal a means of expression, did not seem to me quite sufficient to express all these things. Meanwhile, there was a great to-do back in the house; startled sayces came out of the stables, red caps appeared at the galleries on the first floor, and a most majestic Turk advanced from the end of the principal of them.
