CHAPTER LXV.
HOW THE ORPHAN BECAME POSSESSED OF A FLUTE.
But we must leave Mole for a time, and return to our friends on their travels.
When next they landed at a Turkish town, Mr. Figgins went to a different hotel to that patronised by young Jack, whose practical joking was rather too much for the orphan.
But they found him out, and paid him a visit one morning.
After the first greeting, Mr. Figgins was observed to be unusually thoughtful.
At length, after a long silence he exclaimed--
"I can"t account for it, I really can"t."
"What can"t you account for, Mr. Figgins?" asked young Jack.
"The strange manners of the people of this country," answered the orphan.
"Of what is it you have to complain particularly?" inquired Jack.
"Well, it"s this; wherever I go, I seem to be quite an object of curiosity."
"Of interest you mean, Mr. Figgins," returned Jack, winking at Harry Girdwood; "you are an Englishman, you know, and Englishmen are always very interesting to foreigners."
"I can"t say as to that," the orphan replied; "I only know I can"t show my nose out of doors without being pointed at."
"Ah, yes. You excite interest the moment you make your appearance."
"Then, if I walk in the streets, dark swarthy men stare at me and follow me till I have quite a crowd at my heels."
"Another proof of the interest they take in you."
"Well, I don"t like it at all," said the orphan, fretfully; "and then the dogs bark at me in a very distressing manner."
"It"s the only way they have of bidding you welcome," remarked Harry Girdwood.
"I wish they wouldn"t take any notice of me at all; it"s a nuisance."
"Perhaps you"d like them to leave off barking, and take to biting?"
"No, it"s just what I shouldn"t like, but it"s what I"m constantly afraid they will do," wailed the poor orphan.
There was a slight pause, during which young Jack and his comrade grinned quietly at each other, and presently the former said--
"I think I can account for all this."
"Can you?" asked Mr. Figgins. "How?"
"It all lies in the dress you wear."
"In the dress?"
"Yes; you are in a Turkish country, and although I admit you look well in your splendid new tourist suit, cross-barred all over in four colours, I fancy it would be better if you dressed as a Turk during your stay here."
"A Turk, Jack?"
"Yes; now, if you were to have your head shaved, and dress yourself like a Turk," said Jack, "all this wonderment would cease, and you would go out, and come in, without exciting any remark."
Mr. Figgins fell back in his chair.
"Ha-ha-have my head sha-a-ved, dress myself up li-like a Turk?" he gasped. "You surely don"t mean that?"
"I do, indeed," replied Jack, seriously.
"What? Wear baggy breeches, and an enormous turban, and slippers turned up at the toes! What would the natives say?"
"Why, they"d say you were a very sensible individual," remarked Harry.
"Don"t you remember the old saying?--"When you"re in Turkey, you must do as Turkey does.""
Mr. Figgins reflected for a moment.
"And you really think if I were to go in, for a regular Turkish fit-out, I should be allowed to enjoy my walks in peace?" he asked, at length.
"Decidedly," answered his counsellors, with the utmost gravity.
"Then I"ll take your advice, and be a Turk until further notice," said the orphan; "but there"s one thing still."
"What"s that?"
"My complexion isn"t near dark enough for one of these infidels."
"Oh, that won"t matter," said Jack; "only slip into the Turkish togs.
Go in for any quant.i.ty of turban, and they won"t care a b.u.t.ton about your complexion."
"Very well, then, that"s settled; I"ll turn Turk at once. But must I have my head shaved?"
"That"s important," said Jack.
Having made up his mind on that point, the orphan at once put on his hat, and taking a sip of brandy to compose his nerves, he sallied forth, directing his steps to the nearest barber"s.
On his way thither he attracted the usual amount of attention, and when he reached the barber"s shop, he found himself accompanied by a select crowd of deriding Turks, and a dozen or so of yelping curs, shouting and barking in concert.
The barber received him with the extreme of Eastern courtesy.
"What does the English signor require at the hands of the humblest of his slaves?" was the deferential inquiry.