When they were both inside the door was fastened, and they all three entered a large court, surrounded by an open-work gallery.  At one end of the court was a platform, and on the platform stood an amber throne supported by four ebony columns, garnished with pearls and diamonds.  In the middle of the court stood a marble basin filled with water from the mouth of a golden lion.

The porter looked about him, noticing and admiring everything; but his attention was specially attracted by a third lady sitting on the throne, who was even more beautiful than the other two.  By the respect shown to her by the others, he judged that she must be the eldest, and in this he was right.  This lady’s name was Zobeida, the porteress was Sadie, and the housekeeper was Amina.  At a word from Zobeida, Sadie and Amina took the basket from the porter, who was glad enough to be relieved from its weight; and when it was emptied, paid him handsomely for its use.  But instead of taking up his basket and going away, the man still lingered, till Zobeida inquired what he was waiting for, and if he expected more money.  “Oh, madam,” returned he, “you have already given me too much, and I fear I may have been guilty of rudeness in not taking my departure at once.  But, if you will pardon my saying so, I was lost in astonishment at seeing such beautiful ladies by themselves.  A company of women without men is, however, as dull as a company of men without women.”  And after telling some stories to prove his point, he ended by entreating them to let him stay and make a fourth at their dinner.

The ladies were rather amused at the man’s assurances and after some discussion it was agreed that he should be allowed to stay, as his society might prove entertaining.  “But listen, friend,” said Zobeida, “if we grant your request, it is only on condition that you behave with the utmost politeness, and that you keep the secret of our way of living, which chance has revealed to you.”  Then they all sat down to table, which had been covered by Amina with the dishes she had bought.

After the first few mouthfuls Amina poured some wine into a golden cup.  She first drank herself, according to the Arab custom, and then filled it for her sisters.  When it came to the porter’s turn he kissed Amina’s hand, and sang a song, which he composed at the moment in praise of the wine.  The three ladies were pleased with the song, and then sang themselves, so that the repast was a merry one, and lasted much longer than usual.

At length, seeing that the sun was about to set, Sadia said to the porter, “Rise and go; it is now time for us to separate.”

“Oh, madam,” replied he, “how can you desire me to quit you in the state in which I am?  Between the wine I have drunk, and the pleasure of seeing you, I should never find the way to my house.  Let me remain here till morning, and when I have recovered my senses I will go when you like.”