"A martyr, the very mention of whose name means war, or a living power for peace under a temporary cloud ?" "I am afraid I am a poor host.

Forgive me," Feisul answered.

"Dinner has been waiting all this while, and you have a lady with you.

This is disgraceful." He rose and led the way into another room, closing the discussion.

We ate an ordinary meal in an ordinary dining room, Feisul presiding and talking trivialities with Mabel and Hadad.