The host, a burly man, inquired what ailed him.

I told him, when he uttered just reflections upon cabmen and the vanity of worldly wealth.

Rashid, as I could see, was 'zi'lan'-- a prey to that strange mixture of mad rage and sorrow and despair, which is a real disease for children of the Arabs.

An English servant would not thus have cared about the loss of a small item of his master's property, not by his fault but through that master's oversight.

But my possessions were Rashid's delight, his claim to honour.