This hour of insult and outrage had been written on his forehead, and he must have come to it.

Then courage! courage! "Husband," cried the woman, showing her toothless jaw in a bitter smile to Ben Aboo as he crossed the patio, "you must scour this vermin out of Tetuan!" "You are right," he answered.

"By Allah, you are right! And henceforth I will be served by soldiers, not by scribblers." Then, wheeling about once more to where Israel stood, he said in a voice of mockery, "Master, my lord, my Sultan, you came to resign your office?
But you shall do more than that.

You shall resign your house as well, and all that's in it, and leave this town as a beggar." Israel stood unmoved.

"As you will," he said quietly.
"Where are the two women--the slaves ?" asked Ben Aboo.
"At home," said Israel.
"They are mine, and I take them back," said Ben Aboo.
Israel's face quivered, and he seemed to be about to protest, but he only drew a longer breath, and said again, "As you will, Basha." Ben Aboo's voice gathered vehemence at every fresh question.