“Delight of my heart,” replied Mangogul, “you run into lamentations without considering the matter sufficiently. Then have you forgot Haria’s pack? By Jove, a comedian, I think, is as good as a pug-dog.”

“You say right, prince,” resumed the favorite. “I am a fool for interesting myself for creatures that do not deserve it. Let Palabria idolize her boobies! Let Salica have her vapors treated by Farfadi in her own way! Let Haria live and die among her dogs! Let Eriphila abandon herself to all the buffoons of Congo! What is all this to me? I only risk a castle thereby. Nay, I perceive that I must have no thoughts of it, and I have taken my resolution accordingly.”

“Farewell then the little monkey,” says Mangogul.

“Farewell the little monkey,” replies Mirzoza; “and the good opinion which I had conceived of my sex; I believe I shall never resume it. Prince, you will allow me not to suffer a women to enter these doors this fortnight at least.”

“But you must have some company,” added the Sultan.