O Mohammed, father says you should learn to control
yourself, and I am satisfied you can. When my friend is harassed
with sorrow and care his countenance bears no evidence of it, but
happiness is not to be repressed and driven back to the heart in
this way. It illumines the face of man like the sun. But I warn you,
Mohammed, it is sometimes dangerous to let one's countenance shine
so. It easily awakens suspicion in the breast of an enemy, and he
meditates revenge. Beware! Beware!
Mohammed regards his friend as though he did not understand him.
"What do you mean, Osman?"
"Nothing, nothing at all, Mohammed, except that it is sometimes
dangerous to allow one's happiness to be observed. Bear this in
mind, my friend, and draw a veil over your radiant countenance."
CHAPTER IX
WHERE IS SHE?
In Praousta, all was again uproar and confusion. Eight eunuchs of
the mighty pacha, Cousrouf, accompanied by a detachment of twelve
soldiers, came down from Cavalla at noon. They went directly to the
house of the sheik, and demanded to see him.
Djumeila, her eyes red with weeping, came to the door and told them
her master was ill with grief and anxiety on account of the
disappearance of his daughter.
The eunuchs pushed her aside, and penetrated, in spite of her cries
and attempts to bar their passage, into the room where the sheik lay
on his divan, with pallid face and staring gaze.
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