AL-HAFI. Not I. I thought I should receive it here. SALADIN (_pacing thoughtfully to and fro_). Sittah has won a thousand dinars, pay them. AL-HAFI. Pay without getting. That is worse than nothing! And still to Sittah--once again for chess! But let us see the board; how stands the game? SITTAH. You grudge me my good fortune? AL-HAFI (_examining the board_). Grudge you? When-- You know too well---- SITTAH (_making signs to him_). Oh, hush! Al-Hafi, hush! AL-HAFI (_still examining the board_). Don't grudge it to yourself. SITTAH. Al-Hafi, hush! AL-HAFI. And were the white men yours? You gave the check? SITTAH. 'Tis well he does not hear. AL-HAFI. The move is his. SITTAH (_approaching nearer_). Then promise me that I shall have the money. AL-HAFI (_still intent upon the board_). You shall receive it as you've always done. SITTAH. How! are you mad? AL-HAFI. The game's not over yet. You have not lost it, Saladin. SALADIN (_paying no attention_). Oh, yes; Pay down the money. AL-HAFI. Pay! here stands the queen. SALADIN (_still heedless_). She's of no use; she's lost. SITTAH. Do say that I May send and fetch the gold. AL-HAFI (_still studying the game_). Oh, yes! of course. But though the queen be lost, you are not mate. SALADIN (_dashing down the board_). I say I am. I will be mate. AL-HAFI. If so, Small pains, small gains, say I. So got, so spent. SALADIN. What is he muttering there? SITTAH (_to_ Saladin, _making a sign meanwhile to_ Al-Hafi). You know him well. He likes entreaties--loves to be implored. Who knows if he be not a little jealous? SALADIN. Well, not of thee--not of my sister, surely. What do I hear? Al-Hafi, are you jealous? AL-HAFI. Perhaps I am. I wish I had her head, Or that I were as good as she. SITTAH.