At every window was a press of faces and of women's head-veils, and children raised upon their mothers' shoulders.

I heard a child's sad wail: 'O mother, lift me up that I, too, may behold the unbeliever!' I made haste to cover myself somehow, for in my sleep I had kicked off the bedclothes, and commanded all those women to be gone immediately.
They merely grinned and wished me a good day, and then discussed my personal appearance, the whiteness of my skin, and more particularly my pyjamas, with much interest.

This went on till Rashid appeared upon the scene, bringing my india-rubber bath and a kerosene tin full of water.

He closed and bolted all the shutters firmly, with stern reflections on the lack of shame of my admirers.
I told him of the visit of the owner of the land.
He answered as before: 'He is unpopular.' I asked the reason, and he told me: 'There are in this part of the country two factions which have existed from old time.

All the people in this village are adherents of one faction, except that old man and his children, who uphold the other.
The people would not mind so much if he kept silent, but he gibes at them and vaunts his party upon all occasions.