He was not disconcerted.

He took me back and flooded me with hot water, then turbaned my head, swathed me with dry table-cloths, and conducted me to a latticed chicken-coop in one of the galleries, and pointed to one of those Arkansas beds.

I mounted it, and vaguely expected the odors of Araby a gain.

They did not come.
The blank, unornamented coop had nothing about it of that oriental voluptuousness one reads of so much.

It was more suggestive of the county hospital than any thing else.