"Thank you," I replied, "but I am not afraid. The fact is, we are of the same kennel, Giaour and I."
"Kennel—h'm! "
"Oh, I know Giaour has never seen a kennel, as you understand it in England; but he has a fine doggish soul, just the same."
"H'm!" the Englishman sniffed again, "perhaps he has," and lifting his hat, he went away.
It is a curious fact that unless an Englishman in England knows you, he would rather perish than speak to you first; on the Continent he would rather be rude to you than decent; but in Turkey his nature seems to change, and he is really a nice human being. As I watched the man go away I was thinking that if England were governing Turkey how delightful everything would be. Yes, England would be the one nation to succeed with Turkey. America was too bustling, after all, and had too little experience. Germany had too much paternalism and discipline; Austria-Hungary lacked fundamental honesty; while as for Russia—that ought never to be. Russian bureaucracy, grafted on the corrupt Turkish stem would only make matters worse. But England, with her love of order and decency, and with just enough discipline to put matters to rights—how delightful it would be, and how the Turks would enjoy stopping whatever they were doing, at four
