“Prince,” answered a courtier, “ ’tis a fashionable disease. It is genteel in a woman to have the vapors. Without a lover and the vapors, she knows nothing of the world: and there is not a citizen’s wife in Banza, who does not affect to have them.”

Mangogul smiled, and resolved to visit some of these vaporish women immediately. He went directly to Salica’s house, and found her in bed, with her neck quite bare, her eyes flaming, and her hair dishevel’d; and at her bed’s side the little stammering humpback’d physician Farfadi, telling her stories: while she was stretching out, now one arm, then another, yawning, sighing, putting her hand to her head, and exclaiming bitterly: “Alas I can’t bear it⁠—throw the windows open⁠—give me air⁠—I shall faint, I shall die.⁠—”