We offered to rent an outhouse for the night--a cellar--the roof, but there was nothing doing, and it was Yussuf Dakmar at last who solved the problem for us.
He found a crony of his, who had occupied for several days a room containing two beds.

With unheard-of generosity, accompanied, however, by a peculiar display of yellow teeth and more of the jaundiced whites of his eyes than I cared to see, this individual offered to go elsewhere for the night and to place the room at my disposal.
"But there is this about it," he explained.

"Where I am going there is no room for my friend Yussuf Dakmar Bey, so I must ask you to let him share this with you.

You and he could each have a bed, of course, but it seems to me that your servants look wearier than you do.

I suggest then that you take one bed, effendi, and share it with my friend Yussuf Dakmar Bey, leaving the other to your servants, who I hope will be suitably grateful for the consideration shown them." Grim nodded to me from behind the Syrians' backs, and I jumped at the offer.