LXXXVIII.

"Sir," said the Count, with brow exceeding grave,

"Your unexpected presence here will make

It necessary for myself to crave

Its import? But perhaps 'tis a mistake;

I hope it is so; and, at once to waive

All compliment, I hope so for your sake;

You understand my meaning, or you shall."

"Sir," (quoth the Turk) "'tis no mistake at all:

Share on Twitter Share on Facebook