ry the
experiment. Would you be shocked if a nigger taught Maurice? One Hajjee
Daboos I know to be a capital Arabic scholar and he speaks French like a
Parisian, and Italian also, only he is a real nigger and so is the best
music-master in Cairo. _Que faire_? it's not catching, as Lady Morley
said, and I won't present you with a young mulatto any more than with a
young _brave Belge_. I may however find someone at Beyrout. Cairo is in
such a state of beggary that all educated young men have fled. Maurice
has no sort of idea why a nigger should not be as good as anyone else,
but thinks perhaps you might not approve.

You would have stared to see old Achmet Agha Abd el-Sadig, a very good
friend of ours at Assouan, coaxing and patting the _weled_ (boy) when he
dined here the other day, and laughing immoderately at Maurice's
nonsense. He is one of the M.P.'s for Assouan, and a wealthy and much
respected man in the Saeed. The Abyssinian affair is an awful
disappointment to the Pasha; he had laid his calculations for something
altogether different, and is furious. The Coptic clergy are ready to
murder us. The Arabs are all in raptures. 'God bless the English
general, he has frightened our Pasha.'

Giafar Pasha backsheeshed me an _abbayeh_ of crimson silk and gold, also
a basket of coffee. I was obliged to accept them as he sent his son with
them, and to refuse would have been an insult, and as he is the one Turk
I do think highly of I did not wish to affront him. It was at Luxor on
his way to Khartoum. He also invited Maurice to Khartoum, and proposed
to send a party to fetch him from Korosko, on the Nile. Giafar is
Viceroy of the Soudan, and a very quiet man, who does not 'eat the
people.'

My best love to Janet, I'll write soon to her, but I am _lazy_ and
Maurice is worse. Omar nearly cried when Maurice went to Alexandria for
a week. 'I seem to feel how dull we shall be without him when he goes
away for good,' said he, and Darfour expresses his intention of going
with Maurice. 'Thou must give me to the young man backsheesh,' as he
puts it, 'because I have plenty of sense and shall tell him what to do.'
That is the little rascal's sauce. Terence's slaves are true to the life
here.

October 22, 1868: Sir Alexander Duff Gordon

_To Sir Alexander Duff Gordon_.

BOULAK,