'They have all
healed; 'tis an internal shock.'
'For internal shocks,' said Barizy of the Tower, 'there is nothing like
rosemary stewed with salt, and so keep on till it simmers.'
'That is very well for a bruise,' said the Consul Pasqualigo.
'A bruise is a shock,' said Barizy of the Tower.
'Besso should have remained at Aleppo,' said the Consul.
'Besso always comes to Jerusalem when he is indisposed,' said Barizy;
'as he well says, 'tis the only air that can cure him; and, if he
cannot be cured, why, at least, he can be buried in the Valley of
Je-hoshaphat.'
'He is not at Jerusalem,' said the Consul Pasqualigo, maliciously.
'How do you mean?' said Barizy, somewhat confused. 'I am now going to
inquire after him, and smoke some of his Latakia.'
'He is at Bethany,' said the Consul.
'Hem!' said Barizy, mysteriously. 'Bethany! Will that marriage come off
now, think you? I always fancy, when, eh?----'
'She will not marry till her father has recovered,' said the Consul.
'This is a curious story,' said Barizy. 'The regular troops beaten by
the Kurds.'
'They were not Kurds,' said the Consul Pasqualigo. 'They were Russians
in disguise. Some cannon have been taken, which were cast at St.
Petersburg; and, besides, there is a portfolio of state papers found on
a Cossack, habited as a Turkman, which betrays all.
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