“Between you and me,” added the Toy, “Sindor must have been a great fool, to hope that she would do for him, what could not be obtained by twenty lovers, a director, a confessor, with a legion of Bramins, who had all lost their Latin on that head. Meanwhile, as often as Sindor met our animals, he was seized with such fits of passion, as he could hardly conquer. One day the unfortunate Zinzolina fell in his way. He took her by the neck, and threw her out of the window. The poor creature was kill’d by the fall. Then it was, that a fine noise was made. Haria, with inflamed countenance, and eyes bathed in tears—”
The Toy was going to repeat what it had already told; for Toys willingly fall into repetitions: but Mangogul cut its words short. Its silence was not of long duration: when the prince thought he had put this doting Toy out of its road, he restored it the freedom of speech; and the Tatler, bursting out into a loud laugh, resumed by way of recollection: “But apropos, I forgot to tell you what pass’d on Haria’s wedding-night. I have seen a power of ridiculous things in my life, but never one that came up to this. After a splendid supper, the bride and bridegroom were conduced to their apartment. Everybody retired except madam’s women who undress her: she is undress’d, put to bed, and Sindor alone remains with her. Observing that the shag-dog, the two pugs, and the greyhound, more alert than himself, were taking possession of his bride; ‘permit me, madam,’ he said, ‘to remove these rivals a little.’
“ ‘My dear, do what you can,’ answered Haria: ‘for my part, I have not the courage to drive them away; these little animals are so attached to me; and I have been so long without any other company.’
“ ‘Perhaps,’ replied Sindor, ‘they will have the politeness this night to surrender the fort to me, which I must take possession of.’
“ ‘Try, sir,’ said Haria.
“At first Sindor tried gentle means, and pray’d Zinzolina to retire to a corner. But the untractable animal fell to growling: the alarm spread among the rest of the troop; and the pug-dogs and shag-dog bark’d as if their mistress’s throat was cutting. Sindor, losing all patience at this noise, tosses away one of the pugs, drives off the other, and seizes Pompey by the paw. Pompey, the faithful Pompey, abandoned by his allies, endeavour’d to repair this loss by the advantages of the post. Fix’d on his mistress’s thighs, with eyes inflamed, hair standing an end, and open mouth, he grin’d, and show’d the enemy two rows of very sharp teeth. Sindor made several assaults on him, and Pompey repell’d him as often, with bitten fingers and torn ruffles. The action lasted above a quarter of an hour with an obstinacy which gave diversion to none but Haria; when Sindor had recourse to a stratagem against an enemy, whom he despaired conquering by force. He provoked Pompey with the right hand. Pompey watching this motion, did not observe that of the left, and was seized by the neck. He made most vigorous efforts to disengage himself, but in vain. He was obliged to quit the field of battle, and surrender up Haria. Sindor took possession of her, but not without effusion of blood: in all likelihood Haria had resolved that her wedding-night should be a bloody one: her animals made a good defence, and disappointed not her expectations.”
“There,” says Mangogul, “is a Toy, that could write a Gazette better than my secretary.” And now well knowing what notions to form of lap dogs, he return’d to the favorite.
“Prepare yourself,” said he, as soon as he saw her, “to hear the most extravagant things in the world. ’Tis much worse than the baboons of Palabria. Could you believe, that Haria’s four dogs were the rivals, and the preferred rivals of her husband; and that the death of a greyhound has raised a quarrel between that couple, never to be made up.”
“What do you say,” replied the favorite, “of rivals and dogs. I am quite in the dark. I know that Haria loves her dogs excessively; but I know at the same time that Sindor is a hot-temper’d man, who perhaps did not use all that complaisance, which women require, to whom a man owes his fortune. But yet, whatever has been his conduct, I cannot conceive that it has drawn rivals on him. Haria is so venerable, that I could wish your highness would vouchsafe to explain yourself more intelligibly.”
“Listen,” says Mangogul, “and agree that women have excessively whimsical tastes, to say nothing worse;” then he related Haria’s history to her word for word, as the Toy had told it. Mirzoza could not refrain from laughter at the first night’s battle: but presently resuming a serious air:
“I can’t tell,” said she to Mangogul, “what indignation seizes me. I shall have an aversion for these animals and all those who keep any, and I shall declare to my women that I will turn off the first, who shall be even suspected of having a lapdog.”
“Pray,” replied the Sultan, “why will you extend your hatred so far? You women are always upon extremes. These animals are good for hunting, are necessary in the country, and have many other uses, without reckoning that which Haria makes of them.”
“In truth,” said Mirzoza, “I begin to believe that your highness will find it a difficult task to light on a virtuous woman.”
“I told you so,” answered Mangogul; “but let us not be over hasty: you may one time or other upbraid me with being indebted to your want of patience for a declaration, which I pretend to owe entirely to the trials of my ring. I have some in my mind, which will astonish you. All secrets are not yet unveiled; and I expect to draw more important discoveries from those Toys, which remain to be
