H. Bedford-Jones, Blood of the Eagle — Chapter 4 (1922)
“ Florence Wemyss had last beheld Ardzrouni as an almost penniless soldier of fortune, who had even then impressed her with his lofty air and impulsive spirit. Now she beheld him the focal point of Oriental splendor, gorgeously robed and gemmed, surrounded by guards and nobles; and if ever man truly appeared a king, it was Ardzrouni at this instant. Nor did he give them the faintest smile of greeting, but spoke in French, regally enough."Await my pleasure, until I am able to speak with you in private. Liu Ku! Where is that dog of a eunuch? Ah, come forward! ”
