With these words, I picked up her feridjié, and took her back to the
harem. A pale light was shining through the windows of the drawing-room.
Hadidjé, Nazli, and Zouhra were still there. To describe the terror
which came over their faces directly I appeared, would be impossible.
Hearing steps in the night, they made sure their last moments had
arrived. At the sound of the door opening, they cried out loud--the
three poor miserable things took refuge in a corner.
When they saw me enter with Kondjé-Gul, they were thrown into a great
consternation. With a few words I reassured them at once.
As to Mohammed, it was impossible to find him. I will confess, moreover,
that I felt very little interest in searching for him--I was far from
ill-pleased with the thought that he was paying for the trouble which
his stupidity had caused my poor darlings, by a night of fear and
trembling.
My lamb having returned to the fold, I eventually retraced my steps to
the château.
Is it necessary to tell you that the surprising events of the day had
caused me emotions which I was scarcely able to understand?
My uncle's resurrection-Lefébure-The Changallas-The camels-They all kept my brain at work the whole night long.