. The near East; Dalmatia, Greece and Constantinople. ssed by on foot, answering swiftly the salutes ofthe people. The brougham was drawn up before thebright-yellow carpet. Nazim Pasha once more stoodthere talking with several officials. The soldiers hadpicked up their arms, the sailors were standing atattention. Then there was a very long wait. The sultan is taking coffee. Another five minutes passed. The sultan is sleeping. On this announcement being made to me, Ithought seriously of departing in peace; but a Greekfriend, who had spoken to an official, murmured inmy ear: The sultan is awake
. The near East; Dalmatia, Greece and Constantinople. ssed by on foot, answering swiftly the salutes ofthe people. The brougham was drawn up before thebright-yellow carpet. Nazim Pasha once more stoodthere talking with several officials. The soldiers hadpicked up their arms, the sailors were standing atattention. Then there was a very long wait. The sultan is taking coffee. Another five minutes passed. The sultan is sleeping. On this announcement being made to me, Ithought seriously of departing in peace; but a Greekfriend, who had spoken to an official, murmured inmy ear: The sultan is awake and is changing his clothes. This sounded promising, and I decided to wait. It seemed to me that his Majesty was a very longtime at his toilet; but at last we were from the glass porch he appeared in Euro-pean dress, with very baggy trousers much too longin the leg and a voluminous black frock-coat. Hestood for a moment holding the frock-coat withboth hands, as if wishing to wrap himself up in it. 220 STREET SCENE JN CONSTANTINOPLE. From a phrito(,rn|)li, copyriylit. by Uiulerwood & UiKittwood, N. Y. IN CONSTANTINOPLE Then, still grasping it, he walked quickly down thesteps, his legs seeming almost to ripple beneaththe weight of his body, and stepped heavily into thebrougham, wdiich swung upon its springs. Thehorses moved, the carriage passed close to me, andagain I gazed at this mighty sovereign, while theEastern pilgrims salaamed to the ground. Mechan-ically he saluted. His large face w^as still un-naturally blank, and yet somehow it looked I felt that this old man w^as weary and sad, thathis long years of imprisonment had robbed him of allvitality, of all power to enjoy; that he was unable toappreciate the pageant of life in which now, by theirony of fate, he was called to play the central alone he sat in the bright-colored brougham, car-rying a flaccid hand to his fez and gazing blanklybefore him. The carriage passed out of the court-yard
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