He was a curious figure in those
surroundings. The consuls and agents of all the nations save one were in
brilliant uniform, and pashas, generals, and great officials were
splendid in gold braid and lace, and wore flashing Orders on their
breasts. David had been asked for half-past eight o'clock, and he was
there on the instant; yet here was every one assembled, the Prince Pasha
included. As he walked up the room he suddenly realised this fact, and,
for a moment, he thought he had made a mistake; but again he remembered
distinctly that the letter said half-past eight, and he wondered now if
this had been arranged by the Prince--for what purpose? To afford
amusement to the assembled company? He drew himself up with dignity, his
face became graver. He had come in a Quaker suit of black broadcloth,
with grey steel buttons, and a plain white stock; and he wore his
broad-brimmed hat--to the consternation of the British Consul-General and
the Europeans present, to the amazement of the Turkish and native
officials, who eyed him keenly.
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