The next evening there was to be a private supper in Mirzoza’s apartment. The persons invited came early. Before the prodigy of the preceding day, people came by inclination; this night they came purely out of politeness. All the ladies had an air of constraint, and spoke in monosyllables. They were upon the watch, and expected every moment, that some Toy would join in conversation. Notwithstanding their itch of bringing Alcina’s odd adventure on the carpet, none of them dared to undertake opening the topic. Not that they were restrained by her presence: though included in the supper-list, she did not appear; it was judged that she had a swimming in her head. However, whether it was that they became less apprehensive of danger, as the whole day long they had heard nobody speak but from the mouth; or whether they affected to appear courageous, the conversation revived, the women most suspected composed their countenances, put on an air of assurance, and Mirzoza ask’d the courtier Zegris, if he knew any entertaining news. “Madam,” replied Zegris, “you have been informed of a match between the Aga Chazour and young Siberina: I assure you it is broke off.”