As I smoked, watching the great flaming bowl of the water pipe, a little coal, forced up by the expansion of the heat, toppled over the edge and fell tinkling on the metal foot below.

The quick ear of the servant on the steps caught the sound, and he rose and came forward to trim the fire.

Though he did not speak, his act was a diversion.

The spell was broken.
"The Germans," said Isaacs, "say that an angel is passing over the house.

I do not believe it." I was surprised at the remark.