“Oh! yes, madam,” replied Selim, “as people love at eighteen years of age, with extreme impatience to conclude an affair just broach’d. I had not a wink of sleep all that night, and at dawn of day I set about composing a most gallant letter to my Belle. I sent it, received an answer, and obtained a meeting. Neither the style of the answer, nor the yielding temper of the lady, did undeceive me; and I flew to the place of assignation, strongly persuaded that I was going to enjoy the wife or daughter of a prime minister. My goddess was waiting for me on a grand couch: I threw myself at her feet, took her hand, kissed it with uncommon eagerness, and felicitated myself on the favor which she condescended to grant me. ‘Is it true,’ said I, ‘that you permit Selim to love you, and to tell you so; and that he may, without offending you, flatter himself with the sweetest hope?’

“On ending these words, I snatch’d a kiss from her neck; and as she was recumbent I was preparing to support the attack with vigor, when she stop’d me, and said: ‘Hold, my friend, you are a pretty lad, you have wit at will, you talk like an angel; but I must have four Louis d’or’s.’