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 British passport), the passport officer sent his secretary with me and my luggage to the Vali's (i.e. governor's) house. The Angora Ambassador in Rome, Djelalledine Arif Bey, had also telegraphed to the Vali that I was on my way, and requested that, as some acknowledgment of what I had done for Turkey, I should be given all possible facilities and a right royal welcome! The Vali, without doubt, did all he could.

I inquired of the officer what kind of man was the Vali, sure that the measure of his enthusiasm or his indifference would clearly reveal whether the master was liked by his men and thus provide me with a peep into the unknown. The man's eyes positively lit up as he replied. It was clear that I should be well received by a good man. "He was sent to Malta, you know," concluded the officer, as if that were enough. And, though I was English, I understood. I believe that the word "Malta" may soon be safely translated "patriot."

I suppose it needed some courage to come to Turkey, braving the custom-house and passport officers even with special "protection"; but I met with no difficulties whatever. My companion only seemed puzzled by my name being the same as my father's! A Turkish woman, of course, would be, e.g., Aïché Hanoun, wife of Rechid Pasha, or daughter of Zia Pasha. But have no foreign women, bearing their father's name, been through the Smyrna customs, or am I not only the first British woman to visit Angora, but the first British spinster to enter Turkey?

Something of all I owed to the Vali for his "speeding up" of the customary formalities was forcibly impressed on me when I went back for my Turkish papers, to find one of my fellow-passengers, a Frenchman, still struggling with his passport and the custom duties.

The Vali's konak (or palace) which I had long known from pictures, looks on to public gardens where the band plays every afternoon a strange mixture of Oriental and European music. It was delightful to