So Jimgrim was the source of Abdul Ali's inspirations! I wondered what subtle argument he could have used to make the sheikh so keen on baiting his hook with the school proposal.

His nerve, in waiting behind that curtain until he knew his scheme had succeeded, and then walking out bold as brass to let me know that he had overheard everything, was what amused me.

But I managed not to smile.
"What time is the mejlis ?" I asked.
"At noon." "Then I'll go and hunt up my interpreter." Ben Nazir came out with me, in a blazing bad temper.

He was as jealous as a pet dog, and inclined to visit the result on me.
"Very polite, I am sure! Most refined! Most courteous! In your country, sir, does a guest reward his host for hospitality by talking in a language that his host can't understand?
Perhaps you would rather transfer your presence to Abdul Ali's house?
Pray do not consider yourself beholden to me, in case you would prefer his hospitality!" I tried in vain to pacify him.

I explained that the choice of language had been Abdul Ali's, and offered to tell him now in French every word that had passed.