Your lovely little person
in my estimation is far more precious than all the treasures of the pre-
adamite Sultans, and I wish to possess it at pleasure, and in open day,
for many a moon, before I go to burrow underground like a mole. Forget
this little trifler, Gulchenrouz, and--"
"Ah! my lord!" interposed Nouronihar, "let me entreat that you do him no
evil."
"No, no!" replied Vathek, "I have already bid you forbear to alarm
yourself for him; he has been brought up too much on milk and sugar to
stimulate my jealousy; we will leave him with the dwarfs, who, by the
bye, are my old acquaintances; their company will suit him far better
than yours. As to other matters, I will return no more to your father's;
I want not to have my ears dinned by him and his dotards with the
violation of the rites of hospitality; as if it were less an honour for
you to espouse the sovereign of the world than a girl dressed up like a
boy!"
Nouronihar could find nothing to oppose in a discourse so eloquent; she
only wished the amorous monarch had discovered more ardour for the
carbuncle of Giamschid; but flattered herself it would gradually
increase, and therefore yielded to his will with the most bewitching
submission.
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