“ ‘Six months leave, Madam? You do not consider,’ replied Selim: ‘the Sultan’s orders are precise: I am heartily concerned, that I cannot make a merit towards you of a favour, which would infallibly ruin me.’ New instances on Olympia’s side: on Selim’s new refusals⁠—

“ ‘The Grand Vizir has promised me, that I should be comprehended in the next promotion. Can you desire me, madam, to drown my self, in order to oblige you?’

“ ‘No, Sir, you may oblige me, without drowning yourself.’

“ ‘Madam, it is impossible: but if you go to the Vizier⁠—’

“ ‘Alas! Sir, to whom do you send me, that man never did anything for the ladies⁠—’

“ ‘I rack my brain to no purpose: for I should be highly rejoiced in being able to render you service, and I can see but one way.’

“ ‘And which is that?’ asked Olympia with eagerness.