"
"He will certainly do so," protested the governor.--"And now, my
son, with his excellency's permission, I will call the slaves, and
have you carried down again. I am afraid we are trespassing on
valuable time, as his excellency will have many things to attend
to."
The pacha assented to this by his silence, and the governor hastened
to call the slaves, that they might bear his son down into the
garden.
The pacha pressed Osman's hand once more, assured him of his
friendship, and promised him solemnly that Mohammed need no longer
be fearful and anxious.
"And he is not," cried Osman, quickly; "he fears nothing."
"Be still, my son," exclaimed the governor, interrupting him
hastily; "his excellency only means that he will be considerate with
him, and that you will have nothing to fear on Mohammed's account.
And now, come, let us go."
He then bowed profoundly to the pacha, and walked out beside the
couch on which the slaves were carrying his son.
The pacha's countenance grew still darker when the door had closed
behind father and son.
"This Osman is shrewd," he murmured to himself. "He knows how to
divine one's thoughts.--Achmed and Ali, come in!"
The eunuchs glided in through the side-entrance, and remained
standing near the door, their heads profoundly inclined. He slowly
raised his hand, and beckoned to them to come nearer.
"What progress have you made in your search?"
The eunuchs threw themselves on the floor, profound humiliation
depicted on their faces.
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