Your history is one of the most surprising (said the pastry-cook); but, if you follow my advice, you will let no man know the matters yon have revealed to me, but patiently expect till Heaven think fit to put an end to your misfortunes:  You are free to stay with me till then; and as I have no children, I will own you for my son, if you consent to it; and when you are so adopted, you may freely walk up and down the city, without being further exposed to the insults of the rabble.  Though this adoption was below the son of a grand vizier, Bedreddin was glad to accept of the pastry-cook’s proposal, judging it the best thing he could do in his then circumstances.  The cook clothed him, called witnesses, and sent for a notary, before whom he acknowledged him as his son.  After this, Bedreddin staid with him by the name of Hassan, and learned the pastry trade.  Whilst these things passed at Damascus, Schemseddin Mohammed’s daughter awaked, and, finding Bedreddin out of bed, supposed he had risen softly from a fear of disturbing her, but that he would soon return.  As she was in expectation of him, her father the vizier, who was mightily vexed at the affront put upon him by the sultan, came and knocked at her chamber-door, with a resolution to bewail her sad destiny.  He called her by her name, and she, knowing him by his voice, immediately got up and opened the door; she kissed his hand, and received him with so much satisfaction in her countenance as surprised the vizier, who expected to find her drowned in tears, and as much grieved, as himself.  Unhappy wretch! said he in a passion, do you appear before me thus? after the hideous sacrifice you have just consummated, can you see me with so much satisfaction?  The new bride, seeing her father angry at her pleasant countenance, said to him, For God’s sake, sir, do not reproach me wrongfully:  It is not the hump-back fellow, whom I abhor more than death, it is not that monster I have married; every body laughed him so to scorn, and put him so out of countenance, that he was forced to run away and hide himself, to make room for a charming young gentleman who is my real husband.  What fable do you tell me? said Schemseddin roughly?  What! did not Crook-back lie with you last night?  No, sir, said she, it was that young gentleman who has large eyes and black eye-brows.  At these words the vizier lost all patience, and fell into a terrible passion.  Ah, wicked woman, says he, you will make me distracted!  It is you, father, said she, that puts me out of my senses by your incredulity.  So it is not true, replies the vizier, that Hump-back—­Let us talk no more of Hump-back, said she; a curse upon Hump-back, must I always have him cast in my dish?  Father, said she, I tell you once more that I did not bed with him, but with my dear spouse, who, I believe, is not very far off.  Schemseddin immediately went out to seek him; but, instead of seeing him, was mightily surprised to find Hump-back with his head on the ground, and his heels uppermost, as the