He could not urge his presence on the Saadat, since he
had not been honoured with any communication since yesterday.
"Well, that's good-mannered, anyhow, pasha," said Lacey with cheerful
nonchalance. "People don't always know when they're wanted or not
wanted."
Nahoum looked at him guardedly, sighed and sat down. "Things have grown
worse since yesterday," he said. "Prince Kaid received the news badly."
He shook his head. "He has not the gift of perfect friendship. That is a
Christian characteristic; the Muslim does not possess it. It was too
strong to last, maybe--my poor beloved friend, the Saadat."
"Oh, it will last all right," rejoined Lacey coolly. "Prince Kaid has got
a touch of jaundice, I guess. He knows a thing when he finds it, even if
he hasn't the gift of 'perfect friendship,' same as Christians like you
and me. But even you and me don't push our perfections too far--I haven't
noticed you going out of your way to do things for your 'poor beloved
friend, the Saadat'."
"I have given him time, energy, experience--money.
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