With the squeal of a fighting stallion, he rushed off to the servants' quarters, whence presently there came heartrending shrieks and cries for mercy.
His sons, in fear of murder, followed him, and added their remonstrance to the general din.

The women of his house appeared in doorways, weeping and wringing their hands.
Rashid seemed gratified by this confusion, regarded as a tribute to our greatness, his and mine.
'Be good enough to go away,' he told me.

'The scene is quite unworthy of your dignity.

I will take care that all is done to raise your honour.' I remained, however.

Presently, the host returned, perspiring freely, mopping his brown face with a crimson handkerchief.