y endeavors to please and render her content bore no fruit of
success. She avoided him now; the feeling of gratitude that she had
at first entertained towards him, had given way to one of deep but
silent hatred.

The monarch could read as much in her face whenever they chanced to
meet, and the feelings of tenderness which he had entertained for
her were also changing, and he felt that he should soon exercise the
right of a master if he could make no impression upon the beautiful
Circassian as a lover.

"You treat me with coldness, Komel," he said to her, reproachfully.

"Our actions are only truthful when they speak the language of the
heart," replied she.

"You forget my forbearance."

"I forget nothing, but remember constantly too much," she replied.

"It may be, Komel, that you do not remember on thing, which it is
necessary to recall to you mind. You are my slave!"

Leaving the Sultan and his household, we will turn once more to
Capt. Selim, and see with what success he treated his fair patient,
the old Bey's daughter, in his assumed character of a Jewish leech.

CHAPTER XI.

THE ELOPEMENT.

The palace of the old Bey, Zillah's father, was one of those gilded,
pagoda-like buildings, which, in any other climate or any other spot
in the wide world, would have looked foolish, from its profusion of
latticed external ornaments, and the filagree work that covered
every angle and point, more after the fashion of a child's toy than
the work most appropriate for a dwelling house. But here, on the
banks of the Bosphorus, in sight of Constantinople, and within the
dominion of that oriental people, it was appropriate in every
belonging, and seemed just what a Turkish palace should be.

The building extended so over the water that its owner could drop at
once into his caique and be pulled to almost any part of the city,
and, like all the people who live along the river's banks, he was
much on its surface. Coiled away, a la Turk, with his pipe well
supplied, a pull either to the Black Sea, or that of Marmora, with a
dozen stout oarsmen, was a delightful way of passing an afternoon,
returning as the twilight hour settled over the scene.

It was perhaps a week subsequent to the time when Selim and Zillah
met at the Bey's house, availing himself of the liberty so fully
extended by her father, Selim, in his disguise as a Jew, again
appeared at the palace gate, where he was received with a request
and considerat