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`` That 's true , anyhow , '' Nevill agreed . `` Let 's _ both _ remember that -- eh ? '' and he got up from the table abruptly , as if to keep Stephen from answering , or asking what he meant . They had several empty hours , between the time of finishing luncheon , and five o'clock , when they were to meet Mademoiselle Soubise and her chaperon , so they took Josette 's advice and went sightseeing . Preoccupied as he was , Stephen could not be indifferent to the excursion , for Tlemcen is the shrine of gems in Arab architecture , only equalled at Granada itself . Though he was so ignorant still of eastern lore , that he hardly knew the meaning of the word mihrab , the arched recess looking towards Mecca , in the Mosque of the lawyer-saint Aboul Hassan , held him captive for many moments with its beauty . Its ornamentation was like the spread tail of Nevill 's white peacock , or the spokes of a silver wheel incrusted with an intricate pattern in jewels .