We bade him a most cordial farewell, assuring him
prophetically that we should revisit Scutari--little did we dream in
what circumstances,--and he said we would then see the "Maison Pigit," a
show castle which he had, in vain, urged us to visit. Paget was an
Englishman who seems to have spent ten or twelve years dreaming away
life in Scutari, and collecting ancient weapons. With the outbreak of
the South African war he disappeared. He was then heard of fighting for
the Turk against the Italian, and later for the Turk against the Balkan
alliance. He has never returned.
With Dr. Ob we drove to the quay, on the road passing an old woman
staggering along beneath the weight of a complete iron and brass
bedstead.
As we got out of our carriage we noticed a rabble of Turks hurrying
towards us. In its midst was a brougham with windows tight shut and
veiled, from which we guessed that some light of the harem was to be a
fellow passenger. The carriage halted, and whatever was within was
hustled from the farthest door and in the midst of the dense mob of men
hurried down the quay.
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