"All the longer for merriment and festivities.

Thy daughter, my lord, is already beautiful, and I'll wager the boy will be a grown man ere we have time to turn round.

So that is settled.

Therefore come hither, oh nephew! Jallaluddin Mahomed Akbar, since that is thy long name, and kiss thy cousin Amina--Nurse! bring my sweeting hither.

Now then, woman," she continued sharply, addressing Head-nurse, who stood petrified with astonishment and anger at the very idea of such scant ceremony.