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The Breakfast.

           

           "No,butFranzhas;forheaven’ssake,notawordofthisbeforehim.Franzwentinwithhiseyesblindfolded,andwaswaitedonbymutesandbywomentowhomCleopatrawasapaintedstrumpet.Onlyheisnotquitesureaboutthewomen,fortheydidnotcomeinuntilafterhehadtakenhashish,sothatwhathetookforwomenmighthavebeensimplyarowofstatues."

           ThetwoyoungmenlookedatMorcerfasiftosay"Areyoumad,orareyoulaughingatus?"

           "AndIalso,"saidMorrelthoughtfully,"haveheardsomethinglikethisfromanoldsailornamedPenelon."

           "Ah,"criedAlbert,"itisveryluckythatM.Morrelcomestoaidme;youarevexed,areyounot,thathethusgivesaclewtothelabyrinth?"

           "MydearAlbert,"saidDebray,"whatyoutellusissoextraordinary."

           "Ah,becauseyourambassadorsandyourconsulsdonottellyouofthemtheyhavenotime.Theyaretoomuchtakenupwithinterferingintheaffairsoftheircountrymenwhotravel."

           "Nowyougetangry,andattackourpooragents.Howwillyouhavethemprotectyou?TheChambercutsdowntheirsalarieseveryday,sothatnowtheyhavescarcelyany.Willyoubeambassador,Albert?IwillsendyoutoConstantinople."

           "No,lestonthefirstdemonstrationImakeinfavorofMehemetAli,theSultansendmethebowstring,andmakemysecretariesstrangleme."

           "Yousayverytrue,"respondedDebray.

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