Only three pairs of eyes now followed the movements
of my brush, the crowd having fallen back out
of respect for the young man's rank, Yusuf having
communicated that fact to those who had not recognized
him.

When the light changed--and it changed unusually
early that morning, about two hours ahead of
time (I helped)--I said to the prince:

"It may interest you to see me finish a sketch in
color. Come with me as far as Suleiman. We can
sit quite out of the sun up a little back street under
a wall, and away from everybody. I began the drawing
yesterday. See!" and I uncovered the canvas.

"Ah, Suleimanyeh! The most beautiful of all our
mosques. Yes, certainly I'll go."

Joe dug his knuckles into my thigh, under pretence
of steadying himself--he was squatting beside me like
a frog, helping with the water-cups--and gasped:
"No; don't take him--please, effendi! No--
no--"

I brushed Joe aside and continued: "We can send
for coffee and spend the afternoon. I'll have some
chairs brought from the cafe. Pick up everything,
Joe, and come along."