"Ah, that"s much better."
"I expect they will be here soon, at least some of them," said Abdullah, the interpreter.
The subject then dropped for a time, and the great Moley also dropped--asleep, from the combined effects of the pipe, the coffee, and the wine.
He was suddenly awakened by Abdullah shouting in his ear--
"May it please your excellency, they"ve come."
"Who--who?" gasped Mole, in fearful terror; for he had just been dreaming of the rack and the bowstring.
"The n.o.ble Ladies Alme and Hannifar, widows of the late lamented Youssouf-Pasha," was the reply.
"Gracious mercy!" exclaimed the persecuted Mole; "they"ve come to claim me, perhaps to bear me off by main force."
"Ho, there, guards; stand round; not without a struggle will Isaac Mole surrender his liberty as a single man, that is as a married man, but not--Heaven, my brain is growing utterly confused in this terrible position. Where"s that boy Jack?"
"Their excellencies Yakoob and Haroun Pasha are both gone out," was the response.
"Then, Abdullah, I command you to stand up in my defence. Come here."
The old interpreter approached with a low bow.
"Write on two pieces of card the words--"Admire Moley Pasha, but touch not him.""
"In Turkish?"
"Turkish and English, too."
"Pasha, to hear is to obey."
At this moment a young negro attendant announced--
"The Ladies Alme and Hannifar are impatient to be admitted to your sublime presence."
"Let them wait; it will do them good," cried Mole, desperately. "Have you written it, Abdullah?"
"One moment, your highness," was the reply. "There," he added, finishing up with an elaborate flourish; "all will understand that. And now what am I to do with them?"
"Fasten one notice on my back, and the other on my chest," answered Mole, "so that the ladies may understand and keep at a respectful distance. That"s right. Be still, my trembling heart. Now you can admit them."
The negro drew aside the curtains of the chamber, and two female forms of majestic height and proportions, in gorgeous Oriental costumes, but closely veiled, entered.
They made a very graceful salute to the pasha, and were walking straight up to him, when he sprang backwards, and leaping upon a high sofa, turned his back to them, not in contempt, but in order that they might read the Turkish inscription thereon inscribed.
Then he turned and pointed to it on his breast in English.
Far, however, from being struck with awe and covered with confusion, the ladies were highly amused and laughed consumedly.
"What are they smiling at?" asked Mole, somewhat indignantly.
"Only at the felicitous ingenuity of your highness"s idea," answered the interpreter, pointing to the placard.
"Well, I hope they understand, and will abide by it," said Mole, venturing to step off the sofa.
But the moment he did so, the foremost, who, he understood was the Lady Alme, and was certainly of an impulsive disposition, sprang forward as if to embrace Mole.
"Save me!" he cried. "To the rescue, guards, attendants, Jack, Harry.
Where can they have got to? Help, help! Mrs. Mole, come to the rescue of your poor Mole."
The old interpreter, with some dexterity, flung himself between them, just in the nick of time to avert from Mole the fair Circa.s.sian"s effusive greeting.
""Tis our Eastern custom," explained the dragoman. "Her ladyship is only expressing her delight at beholding her new lord and master."
"Tell them I am nothing of the kind, and I have got a wife in England,"
answered the pasha.
Abdullah did so, whereupon the ladies set up a series of piercing shrieks and lamentations.
"What in the world"s the matter with them?" asked Mole, greatly dismayed.
"They are desolated at the thought of having incurred your sublimity"s displeasure."
"Tell them that they had no business to come unless I sent for them,"
said Mole.
"They say, O magnificent pasha, that, hearing of your arrival, they have come thither in the name of themselves, and the other eleven ladies of his late highness"s harem, to know when it will be your princely pleasure to bid them cast aside the sombre weeds of widowhood, and----"
"There, cut it short, dragoman; do you mean that they really expect me to marry the whole lot of them?"
"Precisely so, your eminence; even now the most reverend imaum of the town is ready to perform the ceremonial."
"He"ll have to wait a long time if he waits for that," cried Mole; "thirteen wives, indeed, and these you say are the youngest of the lot.
I suppose they have no objection to allow me to behold the moonshine of their resplendent features. That"s the way to put it, I believe, old man."
Abdullah answered--
"It is against Turkish etiquette to unveil before the solemn ceremony has been performed; nevertheless, their ladyships consent to remove one of their veils, through which you may behold their features."
Alme and Hannifar accordingly threw back their outer black veils, and appeared with the white ones underneath.
Mole scrutinized them as well as he could, but he took very good care not to go too near.
"And so, Abdullah, you tell me that these two are the youngest of the whole lot?"
"Indeed, they are, your eminence; famous beauties of pure Circa.s.sian descent; each originally cost five thousand piastres, and they surpa.s.s the remainder even as the mighty sun doth the twinkling stars."
"Then all I can say is," returned Mole, "that I shudder to think what the eleven others must be like. Just tell the ladies Alme and Hannifar that, as far as I can see, from here, I don"t think much of them."