It is John Alexander Craig.

My disease is one of the heart, and I believe--" The appearance of the old Moor is such that John comes to a sudden stop--Ben Taleb's eyes are dilated--he stares at the young man in a fierce way, and his whole body appears to swell with rising emotions.
"Stop!" he thunders, and claps his hands in an excited way.
John, remembering his former experience, draws himself up in readiness for defense, nor is he surprised to see several slaves enter the room at the bidding of their master.
"This is the height of infamy, you who bear that hated name dare invade the home of Ben Taleb! I read your secret; you are not sick." "No, no; I--" "You come with another motive; you seek one who has long been lost, one who has suffered for years, unjustly, because of a Craig.

May Allah's curses blight your footsteps." "You mistake--" "May Mohammed, his prophet, make your life a blank.

May your days end in torment, and your nights be sleepless." "When you are done, most illustrious _taleb_, allow me to speak.

Even a dog should not be condemned unheard." "Father, he is right; you are just, you are good; you condemn no man unheard.