She wore the salma, a dazzling little golden cap, in token of being still unmarried. She seemed much captivated with little Agnes. No wonder, for, in the simplicity of a pure white dress, and with her fair curls streaming down her cheeks, unadorned save by one little blush rose, she looked like an ethereal spirit dropped into the midst of the garish party.
Fatma got up suddenly and whispered to her mother.
"My little girl," said the Moorish lady, through the interpreter, "thinks your daughter would look so pretty in our costume."
"I have no doubt she would," replied Mrs. Langley, glancing with some pride at Agnes.
"She asks if you will allow her to be dressed just now in the Moorish fashion."
"If there is sufficient time," said Mrs. Langley, with an amused smile.
"Oh, plenty of time," cried Fatma, who immediately seized the not unwilling Agnes by the hand, and ran off with her.
Opposite to Zara sat her sister Hanyfa, who looked pretty and innocent enough just then, though Mrs. Langley was struck by her look of superior intelligence, and a certain sharpness of glance which might almost have been styled suspicious.
The consul's lady was about to address her, but was interrupted by the entrance of several dancing-
