“One would be apt to think, that a husband is a guest of great importance, by the precautions which are taken to receive him. What preparatives! What profusion of myrtle water! Another fortnight of this regimen would have demolished me. I had disappear’d, and the Emir might have sought lodgings elsewhere, or have shipped me off for the island Jonquille.” Here my author says, that all the ladies grew pale, look’d at each other in deep silence, and grew vastly serious; which he ascribes to their fear, lest the conversation should grow warm, and become general. “Yet,” continued Alcina’s Toy, “in my opinion the Emir did neither require nor stand in need of so many formalities: but I must still acknowledge the prudence of my mistress. She guarded against the worst, and I was treated for the great lord as for his little page.”