"Let her come in, Ali," called the Colonel to his interpreter, who stood in the passage outside.
Rais Ali, a Moor clad in the usual Turkish garb, but with a red fez or skull-cap on his head instead of a turban, threw open the door leading out of the court, and ushered in poor Paulina Ruffini with her child.
"Is this the Dey's gift?" asked the astonished lady, rising hurriedly.
"It is; at least she is lent to us, and we are bound to accept her.—Address her in French, my dear; she does not understand English. In fact, you'd better take her to your own room and have a talk."
Mrs. Langley addressed to the poor captive a few reassuring words, and led her away, leaving the Colonel to amuse himself with Agnes.
"What has she been sent to us for?" asked Agnes.
"To be a serv—a companion to you and baby, my pet."
"That was kind of the Dey, wasn't it?" said the child.
Well—ye—es; oh yes, doubtless, it was very kind of him," replied the Colonel.
We fear that the Colonel did not fully appreciate the kindness that resulted in the gift either of Paulina Ruffini as his servant, or of Sidi Hassan as his attendant, for he saw clearly that the former was
