“ ‘Place aux dames,’ messieurs! ⁠—That is what they cry. These ladies are not slaves with us, que diable! ”

The two men had been lounging in the roomy seat which faced the horse. They at once resigned it, addressing bows and smiles of deference to the angry multitude; and called out to their friends to do the like. But the incident destroyed their pleasure in the drive; nor were the ladies happy in the seat of honour, a gazing-stock for infidels who might possess the evil eye.

“Saw one ever such fanaticism?” groaned Yûsuf. “And they call this country free⁠—a place where everyone does what he likes!”