He knew his brother's abilities; he knew his insinuating address--had he not influenced their father to give him wealth while he was yet alive?
He was aware also that his brother had visited the Palace often of late.

It would seem as though the Prince Pasha was ready to make him, as well as David, a favourite.

But the face of the girl--it was an English face! Familiar with the Palace, and bribing when it was necessary to bribe, Foorgat Bey had evidently brought her to see the function, there where all women were forbidden.
He could little imagine Foorgat doing this from mere courtesy; he could not imagine any woman, save one wholly sophisticated, or one entirely innocent, trusting herself with him--and in such a place.

The girl's face, though not that of one in her teens, had seemed to him a very flower of innocence.
But, as he stood telling his beads, abstractedly listening to the scandal talked by Achmet and Higli, he was not thinking of his brother, but of the two who had just left the chamber.

He was speculating as to which room they were likely to enter.