will wait till the evening.'

'Forgive me, noble lord,' interrupted Sumi, 'but what is this mystery?
With the help of the Book of Spells perhaps I may be of some use in the
matter.'

'Sumi,' answered the Bassa, 'I owe you already the happiness of my life;
come with me then, and the sight of my unhappy sons will tell you of our
trouble better than any words of mine.'

The Bassa rose from his divan and drew aside the hangings leading to
a large hall, closely followed by Neangir and Sumi. There they saw two
young men, one about seventeen, and the other nineteen years of age.
The younger was seated before a table, his forehead resting on his right
hand, which he was watering with his tears. He raised his head for a
moment when his father entered, and Neangir and Sumi both saw that this
hand was of ebony.

The other young man was occupied busily in collecting coral beads which
were scattered all over the floor of the room, and as he picked them up
he placed them on the same table where his brother was sitting. He had
already gathered together ninety-eight beads, and thought they were all
there, when they suddenly rolled off the table and he had to begin his
work over again.

'Do you see,' whispered the Bassa, 'for three hours daily one collects
these coral beads, and for the same space of time the other laments over
his hand which has become black, and I am wholly ignorant what is the
cause of either misfortune.'

'Do not let us stay here,' said Sumi, 'our presence must add to their
grief. But permit me to fetch the Book of Spells, which I feel sure will
tell us not only the cause of their malady but also its cure.'

The Bassa readily agreed to Sumi's proposal, but Neangir objected
strongly. 'If Sumi leaves us,' he said to his father, 'I shall not see
my beloved Argentine when she returns to-night with the fair Aurora. And
life is an eternity till I behold her.'

'Be comforted,' replied Sumi. 'I will be back before sunset; and I leave
you my adored Izaf as a pledge.'

Scarcely had the Jewess left Neangir, when the old female slave entered
the hall where the three Jews still remained carefully guarded, followed
by a man whose splendid dress prevented Neangir from recognising at
first as the person in whose house he had dined two days before. But the
woman he knew at once to be the nurse of Zelida.

He started eagerly forward, but before he had time to speak the slave
turned to the soldier she was conducting. 'My