“Fricamona,” replies Mangogul.

“Fricamona!” says Mirzoza: “I see no impossibility in that. This woman has spent the greatest part of her youth in a convent; and since she left it, she has led the most edifying and most retired life imaginable. No man has set his foot within her doors, and she has, in some measure, made herself the abbess of a troop of young devotees, whom she trains up to a state of perfection, and of whom her house does not grow thin. There was nothing there to answer your purpose,” added the favorite, smiling and nodding her head.

“Madam, you are in the right,” says Mangogul. “I have interrogated her Toy, but no answer. I doubled the virtue of my ring, by rubbing it once and again. Nothing came of it. ‘To be sure,’ said I to myself, ‘this Toy must be deaf:’ and I was preparing to leave Fricamona on the couch where I found her, when she began to speak, by the mouth I mean.