"That," observed M. de Morin, as he got between the sheets, "will hardly give you a very comprehensive idea of the country which I am about to visit. So I advise you to reflect a little, and to gather some further information before persisting in your request that I should take you with me. Algiers is a town where one goes to recover one's health, whereas you lose it, as a rule, even if you are lucky enough to preserve your life, in that part of Africa which I propose to traverse." "That is a matter of no importance, sir," said Joseph, as he tucked his master in. "Africa tempts me, and I take the liberty of repeating my request." "All right, then. I will see about it, and mention your request to my companions. What increase in wages do you ask if you go with me?" "None at all, sir. The pleasure of travelling with you, sir, is sufficient. I merely take the liberty of mentioning three wishes." "Out with them, then, because I am going to sleep." "The first," replied Joseph, once more at attention in front of his master's bed, "is to secure a small annuity for my family, in case I should die during the expedition." "That appears to me reasonable enough. Now for the second, for I am half-asleep as it is." "The second consists of being allowed, on setting foot in Africa, to wear a bûrnus." This idea appeared so irresistibly comic to M. de Morin that he sat up in bed. Fearing that he had gone too far in his demands, Joseph hastened to add— "Pray do not alarm yourself, sir. I will only wear the bûrnus whilst on the march. When I am in attendance on you, sir, you may be assured that I shall appear in my usual dress. I know the proprieties, sir." "Be it so, then. And your third wish?" "Is, that you, sir, will be kind enough to allow me to change my name of Joseph to that of Mohammed. Ever since I lived in Algeria I have dreamt of calling myself Mohammed." M. de Morin had all his work cut out to keep his countenance over this fresh request. However, he replied, with the utmost gravity— "If I take you with me to Africa you shall wear a bûrnus and a turban to boot. If you like, you shall call yourself Mohammed; and, in order that you may be at hand, I will find you a horse, an ass, or a camel, according to circumstances." "You overwhelm me, sir," said Joseph. "Oh, I never dared dream of a camel!" "You deserve one, Joseph; you deserve one, and you shall have one. But, for the present, allow me to go to sleep. Do you go to bed, too, and don't forget to call me at five, as I have already told you. By-the-way, you may as well bring me something when I awake—it does not matter what." "A cup of _café noir_, sir?" asked Joseph. "No, thank you. That would disturb my nerves, and I have need of all my coolness. A plate of soup and a glass of claret will do. Off with you!" The door shut, and the future explorer of Africa was speedily in the land of dreams. CHAPTER VIII.