“My little heart of a Toy,” replied Grifgrif, “you are mistaken. You may disclaim Fortimbek and me, but as to Hannetillon, he is better with you than you allow. He has told me a word or two on the subject, and he is a spark of the greatest veracity in Congo, a better man than any of those whom you have known, and is still capable of establishing the reputation of a Toy.”

“The reputation of an impostor can no more escape him than his friend Fadaes,” says Fatima’s Toy with a sob. “What have I done to these monsters to dishonour me? The son of the Abyssinian Emperor came to Erguebzed’s court: I pleased him; he pursued me; but he would have fail’d of success, and I should have continued faithful to my husband whom I loved; had not the traitor Velvet-Paw and his base accomplice Fadaes corrupted my women, and introduced the young prince into my bath.”

The Toys of Zirphila and Zulica, who had the same cause to defend, spoke both at the same time, but with such rapidity, that it was extremely difficult to render each of them its due.

“Favors!” cried one⁠—