“Sindor, piqued at this discourse, jump’d out of bed, swearing that he would never set his foot in it again, till the pack was banish’d thence. He employ’d friends, in order to obtain the exile of the dogs: but they all failed in that important negotiation. Haria’s answer to them was, that Sindor was a knight of the post, whom she had drawn out of a cockloft, which he shared with rats and mice; that it ill became him to be so nice; that he slept the whole night long; that she loved her dogs; that they amused her; that from her infancy she had taken a liking to their caresses; and that she was resolved never to deprive herself of them till death. ‘Tell him besides,’ continued she, addressing the mediators, ‘that if he does not humbly submit to my will, he will repent it while he lives; that I will retract the donation I have made him, and will add it to the sums which I have bequeathed by my will, for the support of my dear children.’