“Truly,” says Mirzoza, “if our Toys could explain all our whims, they would be more knowing than ourselves.”

“Pray, who disputes that with you?” replied the Sultan. “For my part I believe that the Toy makes a woman do a hundred things, without her perceiving it: and I have remark’d on more occasions than one, that a woman, who thought she was following her head, was obeying her Toy. A great philosopher placed the soul, I mean ours, in the pineal gland. If I allowed women to have one, I well know where I would place it.”

“I excuse you from informing me,” rejoin’d Mirzoza hastily.

“But you will permit me at least,” said Mangogul, “to communicate some notions to you, which my ring has suggested to me concerning women, upon a supposition that they have a soul. The experiments, which I have made with my ring, have made me a great moralist. I have neither the wit of La Bruyere, nor the logic of Port Royal, nor the imagination of Montaigne, nor the wisdom of Charron: but I have collected facts, to which perhaps they were strangers.”