“ ‘No, Sir, how, are you there still? I thought you were a good way off by this time.’

“ ‘Madam, I will double my pace.’

“ ‘Selim.’

“ ‘Cydalisa.’

“ ‘Then you are going?’

“ ‘Yes, madam.’

“ ‘Ah! Selim, to whom do you sacrifice me? Was not Cydalisa’s esteem of greater value than the favors of a Marteza?’

“ ’Without doubt, madam,’ replied I, ‘if I had nothing more than esteem for you. But I loved you.’