made this request:

"I have no eat breakfast, effendi--very hungry--
you please permit Joe go cafe with Yusuf--we stay
ONE hour, no more. Then I bring coffee. You see
me when I come--I bring the coffee myselluf."

He could not have pleased me more. How to get
rid of them both was what had been bothering me.

I painted on, both of us backed into the low gate
with the sliding panel, my eyes on the mosque, my
ears open for the slightest sound. We talked of the
wonderful architecture of the East, of the taper of
the minarets, of the grace and dignity of the priests,
of the social life of the people, I leading and he
following, until I had brought the conversation down
to the question:

"And when you young men decide to marry are
you free to choose, as we Europeans are?" I was
feeling about, wondering how much of his confidence
he would give me.

"No; that's why, sometimes, I wish I was like
one of the white gulls that fly over the water."

"I don't understand."

"I would be out at sea with my mate--that's