ten o'clock
A wedding party with a hidden bride in a yellow chariot , met a funeral , and yashmaked faces peeped from curtained windows , in one procession , to stare at the wailing , marching men of the other , and to shrink back hastily from the sight of the coffin . Tangled it would seem inextricably with streams of traffic , surging both ways , moved the `` ships of the desert , '' loaded with emerald-green bersím ; long , lilting necks , and calm , mysterious eyes of camels high above the cloaked heads of striding Bedouins , heads of defiant Arab prisoners , chained and handcuffed to each other ; heads of blue-eyed water buffaloes , and heads of trim white , tasselled donkeys . None of us talked very much , as we sat at the breakfast table : the novelty and wonder of the scene made the actors forget their words : and if we had been able to talk , we could not have appreciated each other 's rhapsodies , over the shoutings of men who wanted us to buy their wares , and harangues of dragomans who wished , as Monny said , to `` drag '' us . These latter , especially , were persistent , and Bedr the One Eyed , having been forbidden to come till ten o'clock , was not on the spot to give protection . Our method at first was to appear oblivious , but presently in my wickedest Arabic , I would have ordered the troop away if Monny had not interfered . `` Do n't ! '' she said , `` they 're part of the picture .