and there were
found in it upwards of eleven hundred, that the money could not belong
to her. He therefore retained it until he could find the right owner.
The physician was fined fifty sequins for looking at a Turkish woman,
and fifty more for shrugging up his shoulders. The girl was ordered
into the cadi's harem, because she had lost her dowry; and the old woman
was sent about her business. All present declared that the sentence was
wisdom itself; but, for my part, _I very much doubted the fact_."

"Mustapha," said the pacha, "send for the cadi, the Frank physician, the
old woman, the girl, and the goat's-skin bag; we must examine into this
affair."

The officers were despatched; and in less than an hour, during which the
pacha and his vizier smoked in silence, the cadi with the others made
their appearance.

"May your highness's shadow never be less!" said the cadi, as he
entered.

"Mobarek! may you be fortunate!" replied the pacha. "What is this we
hear, cadi? there is a goat's-skin bag, and a girl, that are not known
to our justice. Are there secrets like those hid in the well of
Kashan--speak! what dirt have you been eating?"

"What shall I say?" replied the cadi; "I am but as dirt; the money is
here, and the girl is here. Is the pacha to be troubled with every
woman's noise, or am I come before him with a piece or two of gold--Min
Allah--God forbid! Have I not here the money, and _seven more purses_?
Was not the girl visited by the angel of death; and could she appear
before your presence lean as a dog in the bazaar? Is she not here?
Have I spoken well?"

"It is well said, cadi. Murakhas--you are dismissed."

The Frank physician was then fined one hundred sequins more; fifty for
feeling the pulse, and fifty more for looking at a Turkish woman's
tongue. The young woman was dismissed to the pacha's harem, the old
woman to curse as much as she pleased, and Hudusi with full permission
to _doubt_ any thing but the justice of the pacha.

VOLUME THREE, CHAPTER TWO.

"Mashallah! God be praised! we are rid of that fellow and his doubts.
I have been thinking, Mustapha, as I smoked the pipe of surmise, and
arrived at the ashes of certainty, that a man who had so many doubts,
could not be a true believer. I wish I had sent him to the mollahs; we
might have been amused with his being impaled, which is a rare object,
now-a-days."

"God is great," replied Mustapha, "and a stake is a strong argument