Alphana’s Toy was thus far advanced, when Hippomanes arrived. At the bustle of his train, and the caresses he bestowed on his favorite greyhound, Alphana awoke. “Oh! are you there, my queen?” says the little president. “ ’Tis very difficult to come at you. How do you like my little lodge; it is as good as some others, is it not?”

Alphana putting on a bashful, shy, distressed air, “as if we had never seen a private lodge before,” says her Toy, “and as if I had no share in her adventures,” cried out in a mournful manner. “My lord president, I take an unaccountable step for you. The passion that drags me to you must surely be very violent, since it shuts my eyes to the dangers which I incur. For what would the world say, if there was any suspicion of my being here?”

“You are right,” answered Hippomanes; “your proceeding is liable to misinterpretations. But you may rely on my discretion.”

“But,” replied Alphana, “I rely also on your conduct.”