But I could get nothing out of her except that she was the Khania--a person in authority.

There was no doubt about that, for when one of those slaves or servants came in and interrupted her while she was trying to draw the facts out of me, she called to some of her people to throw him out of the window, and he only saved himself by going down the stairs very quickly.
"Well, I could make nothing of her, and she could make little of me, though why she should be so tenderly interested in a stranger, I don't know--unless, unless--oh! who is she, Horace ?" "If you will go on I will tell you what I think presently.

One tale at a time." "Very good.

I got quite well and strong, comparatively speaking, till the climax last night, which upset me again.

After that old prophet, Simbri, had brought me my supper, just as I was thinking of going to sleep, the Khania came in alone, dressed like a queen.