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 somewhere about 55 ! A large desk, some fine plants, and the usual Turkish or Persian rugs complete the furniture. One door leads into the Pasha's mother's apartments, the other to his own sitting-room.

On the wall of Mustapha Kemal Pasha's study the Sultan Osman, first of the House of Osman, looks down on Mustapha Kemal Pasha, who has ended the dynasty.

I could scarcely believe that I was speaking to the legislator, as my host rose to greet me from his Western red-leather sofa. Without his kalpak, his fair hair, well brushed back, his close-cropped moustache, his well-tailored clothes with the correct crease, would surely carry him through a London drawing-room without a guess that he was not English, or, at any rate, not from the North. Again, his keen sense of humour is not common among the Turks, and it was a delight to find how heartily he joined in the laugh which his delightful stories provoked.

I am told that the Pasha's type and colouring are not uncommon in his native Roumelia—as ever, the North is fair!