the purfumed places over which it passes, so the wine he was going to drink, coming from her fair hands, received a more exquisite flavour than it naturally possessed.  The song pleased the ladies much, and each of them afterwards sung one in her turn.  In short, they were all very pleasant during the repast, which lasted a considerable time, and nothing was wanting that could serve to render it agreeable.  The day drawing to a close, Safie spoke in the name of the three ladies, and said to the porter, “Arise, it is time for you to depart.”  But the porter, not willing to leave good company, cried, “Alas! ladies, whither do you command me to go in my present condition?  What with drinking and your society, I am quite beside myself.  I shall never find the way home; allow me this night to recover myself, in any place you please, but go when I will, I shall leave the best part of myself behind.”

Amene pleaded the second time for the porter, saying, “Sisters, he is right, I am pleased with the request, he having already diverted us so well; and, if you will take my advice, or if you love me as much as I think you do, let us keep him for the remainder of the night.”  “Sister,” answered Zobeide, “we can refuse you nothing;” and then turning to the porter, said, “We are willing once more to grant your request, but upon this new condition, that, whatever we do in your presence relating either to ourselves or any thing else, you do not so much as open your mouth to ask the reason; for if you put any questions respecting what does not concern you, you may chance to hear what you will not like; beware therefore, and be not too inquisitive to pry into the motives of our actions.

“Madam,” replied the porter, “I promise to abide by this condition, that you shall have no cause to complain, and far less to punish my indiscretion; my tongue shall be immovable on this occasion, and my eye like a looking-glass, which retains nothing of the objets that is set before it.”  “To shew you,” said Zobeide with a serious countenance, “that what we demand of you is not a new thing among us, read what is written over our gate on the inside.”

The porter went and read these words, written in large characters of gold:  “He who speaks of things that do not concern him, shall hear things that will not please him.”  Returning again to the three sisters, “Ladies,” said he, “I swear to you that you shall never hear me utter a word respecting what does not relate to me, or wherein you may have any concern.”

These preliminaries being settled, Amene brought in supper, and after she had lighted up the room with tapers, made of aloe-wood and ambergris, which yield a most agreeable perfume, as well as a delicate light, she sat down with her sisters and the porter.  They began again to eat and drink, to sing, and repeat verses.  The ladies diverted themselves in intoxicating the porter, under pretext of making him drink their healths, and the repast was enlivened by reciprocal flashes of wit.  When they were all in the best humour possible, they heard a knocking at the gate.