He walked away in silence after that; and for the rest of that day he said little to Ahmed Ismail, who watched him anxiously.

At night, however, Ahmed was justified of his policy.

For Shere Ali appeared before him in the white robes of a Mohammedan.

Up till then he had retained the English dress.
Now he had discarded it.

Ahmed Ismail fell at his feet, and bowed himself to the ground.
"My Lord! My Lord!" he cried, and there was no simulation in his outburst of joy.