When I had lived about two Months in those Islands, some of the _Bashaws_ began to suspect my long Absence, and told _Haly_, that perhaps I might make my escape, for I had Ships ready at my command, and other Conveniences might easily be procured; and therefore it was more advisable I should return into the City. He answered them, he had that Confidence in my Word, that he believed I designed no such thing: Nevertheless he sent a _Chiaux_ to advertise me thereof. The _Chiaux_ very cunningly pried about, to see if he could discover the least Preparation for an Escape but finding none, after I had made him a Present, he returned to his Master with his Message from me, that he might rest secure, for I never intended to break my Word. Thus I continued three Months in my Retirement, and returned of my own accord into the City without any Compulsion. From that time forward l had a Familiarity with _Haly_, and our Discourse was still of Peace. He is a _Dalmatian_ by Birth, and only Courteous Man I found in that barbarous Country: His Nature, mild and gentle; his Person of easy Access; he is of a deep Understanding, capable of managing the greatest Affairs, having much skill in Military as well as Political Matters, for he is an old Man, and hath passed through the greatest Offices of that Common-wealth. His Stature is tall, and his Countenance filled with a lovely Gravity. He hath a mighty Love for his Master, and consults by all means imaginable his Repose in his Old and Sickly Age. What _Rustan_ thought to do by Austerity, Severeness and menacing Expressions, _Haly_ endeavours to compass by Mildness, Moderation and Friendship. _Rustan_ was always severe, fierce, self-will’d; his Word must pass for a Law. ’Tis true, he knew well enough his own Circumstances, and what the Times did exact of him, and what the Old Age of his Prince required; but he was afraid, that, if he shew’d any Indulgence, either by Word or Deed, it would be said he did it out of Covetousness, of which his Prince did much suspect him: And therefore, though he was desirous of a Peace, he would abate nothing of his usual Stiffness; but if Propositions were offered to him, not pleasing to his Fancy, he was ready to thrust a Man out of Doors; so that I scarce ever parted from him but in an angry Mood. One time, when I was treating with him of Peace, if I had nothing else to say, he bid me _be gone_: I presently rose up and went my way, only telling him, _That I could propose no other Conditions than what my Master commanded me to do_. Which Words I pronouncing with more Fervour and Passion than I was wont to do, he called back my Interpreter and asked him, whether I were angry? He answered, _No: What_, said he, _if I should obtain what he desires of the ~Sultan~, dost thou think he will perform his Word to me, in presenting me with the Sum he promised me?_ _No question_, said the _Drugger-man_, _but he will be as good as his Word to a Tittle._ _Then_,