The pastry-cook who had adopted Bedreddin, had died some years before, leaving him his shop and all his estate; and he now managed the pastry trade so dexterously, that he gained great reputation in Damascus.  Bedreddin, seeing so great a crowd gazing attentively upon Agib and the black eunuch, stepped out to view them himself.  Having cast his eyes particularly on Agib, he presently found himself involuntarily moved.  He was not struck like the crowd, with the shining beauty of the boy; a very different cause, unknown to him, gave rise to his commotion.  It was the force of the blood that worked in this tender father, who, laying aside all business, made up to Agib, and, with an engaging air, said to him, My little lord, who hast won my soul, be so kind as to come into my shop, and eat a bit of such fare as I have, that I may have the pleasure of admiring you at my ease.  These words he pronounced with such tenderness, that tears trickled from his eyes.  Little Agib himself was greatly moved; and, turning to the eunuch, said, This honest man’s face pleases me much; he speaks in such an affectionate manner, that I cannot avoid complying with his desire; let us step into his house, and taste his pastry.  Ah, by my troth! replied the slave, it would be a fine thing to see the son of a vizier go into a pastry shop to eat; do not you imagine that I will suffer any such thing.  Alas, my little lord, cried Bedreddin, it is an injustice to trust your conduct in the hands of a person who treats you so harshly.  Then applying himself to the eunuch, My good friend, continued he, pray do not himder this young lord to grant me the favour I ask; do not put that piece of mortification on me; rather do me the honour to walk in along with him; and, by so doing, you will give the world to know, that, though your outside is brown like a chesnut, your inside is as white as his.  Do you know, continued he, that I am master of the secret to make you white, instead of being black as you are?  This set the eunuch a laughing, and then he asked Bedreddin what that secret was.  I will tell you, replied Bedreddin, repeating some verses in praise of black eunuchs, implying, that by their ministry the honour of princes, and of all great men, was insured.  The eunuch was so charmed with the verses, that, without further hesitation, he suffered Agib to go into the shop, and also went in himself.  Bedreddin was overjoyed at having obtained what he had so passionately desired; and falling about the work he had discontinued, I was making, said he, cream-tarts, and you must, with submission, eat of them, I am persuaded you will find them very good; for my own mother, who makes them incomparably well, taught me; and people send to buy them of me from all quarters of the town.  This said, he took a cream-tart out of the oven, and, after strewing on it some pomegranate kernels and sugar, set it before Agib, who pronounced it very delicious.  Another was served up to the eunuch, who gave the