He was speaking Turkish, and glancing at me now and then as if angry and perplexed.

I took the hint that he was not supposed to know any other tongue, and that he was asking who the devil I might be.
Then they both looked at me, Sandy with the slow unwinking stare of the gipsy, the lady with those curious, beautiful pale eyes.

They ran over my clothes, my brand-new riding-breeches, my splashed boots, my wide-brimmed hat.

I took off the last and made my best bow.
'Madam,' I said, 'I have to ask pardon for trespassing in your garden.
The fact is, I and my servant--he's down the road with the horses and I guess you noticed him--the two of us went for a ride this afternoon, and got good and well lost.

We came in by your back gate, and I was prospecting for your front door to find someone to direct us, when I bumped into this brigand-chief who didn't understand my talk.