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THE THREE CALENDERS 67 |
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this house, when you had the goodness to permit me to remain, for which I shall be eternally grateful. That is my story.'
He looked anxiously to Zobeida, who nodded her head and said, ' You can go; and take care we never meet again.'
' Oh, madam,' cried the porter, i let me stay yet a little while. It is not just that the others should have heard my story and that I should not hear theirs,' and without waiting for permission he seated himself on the end of the sofa occupied by the ladies, wrhilst the rest crouched on the carpet, and the slaves stood against the wall.
Then one of the Calenders, addressing himself to Zobeida as the principal lady, began his story. |
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