As  Kummoo  sat  thus,  she  would  idly  speculate,  with  vacant  eye
fixed  upon  some  figure  in  the  square  beyond,  or  listen  to  the
hoarse  and  distant  noubut,  which,  as  the  night  advanced,  beat  at
the  tomb  of  the  SuUaun's  father,  or  to  the  wailing  and  quivering
sound  of  the  brass  horns  which  arose  from  the  eamp,  when  the
watch  was  being  relieved.  She  heeded  riot  the  luscious  perfume
of  orange-flowers  and  tube-roses,  which,  loadipg  the  air,  came  in
at  her  open  window  from  the  garden  beneath ;  but  her  whole
senses  were  absorbed  in  one  object,  which  she  rather  wooed  than
strove  to  turn  away  from  her  mental  vision ;  at  times  too  a  tear
would  fill  her  large  lustrous  eye,  and,  welling  over  the  Ijd,  trickle
down  her  face  unheeded-^a  tear  of  burning  passion — no  soother
to  her  excited  mind,  but  rather  aggravating  those  feelings  which
had  now  become  almost  too  painful  to  be  borne.
'  What  can  delay  hesr  ? '  she  said,  speaking  half  aloud  to  her-
self J  '  by  this  time  I  might  have  been  with  him.  Ya,  Fatinja,  aid
me !  my  liver  is  burnt  with  passion,  and  the  air  which  comes
to  me  seems  hot^-hot  with  my  own  breath  ;  I  can  bear  this  no
longer.  Why  does  she  tarry  ? — she  is  old,  or  she  might  be  dally-
ing with  him.  Wh^t  if  she  were  ?  but  no,  that  cannot  be — she
dared  not  She  knows  well  I  would  tear  her  limb  from  limb  if
she  harboured  even  a  thought  of  his  love ;  and  she  is  faithful  too.
