"Hham d'illah! Praise be to God!" exclaimed the pacha, as the divan
closed. "This is dry work, hearing petitions for three hours, and not a
sequin to my treasury. Mustapha, has the renegade come back?"
"The kafir waits to kiss the dust of your sublime feet," replied the
vizier.
"Let him approach, then, Mustapha," said the pacha joyfully; and the
renegade immediately made his appearance.
"Kosh amedeid! you are welcome, Huckaback. We have had our ears
poisoned since you quitted us. I forget where it was that you left
off."
"May it please your highness, at the ending of my second voyage, in
which--"
"I remember--when the Frankish woman god, stopped the leak. You may
proceed."
The renegade bowed; and commenced his third voyage, as follows--"I
believe that I stated to your highness, at the end of my second voyage,
I determined to go to Toulon, and make some inquiry after my dear
Cerise."
"I recollect you did," interrupted the pacha, "but I tell you again, as
I told you before, that I want to know nothing about her. Have the
goodness to skip all that part, or it will be five sequins out of your
girdle."
"Your highness shall be obeyed," replied the renegade; who, after musing
a short time, continued:--