“And I,” replied Fadaes, “would give up the Vizier’s wife, the two actresses and the Grisette, for one glance from a certain woman, with whom the Selictar is very well, and who has not the least suspicion that the world knows it;” and then stepping up to Leocris, says, “your blushes are ravishing.⁠—”

“Hannetillon was a long time wavering,” says Marmolin, “between Melissa and Fatima, two charming women. One day he was for Melissa the fair, the next for Fatima the nut-brown.”

“The poor man,” continues Fadaes, “was strangely embarassed: why did he not take them both?”

“So he did,” says Alciphenor.

Our Petits-Maîtres were, as you see, in a right cue not to stop here, when Zobeida, Cynara, Zulica, Melissa, Fatima and Zirphila sent in their names. This ill-timed circumstance disconcerted them for a moment; but they soon recover’d from their ruffle, and fell on other women, whom their detraction had hitherto spared, only because they had not time to tear them to pieces.