“It is needless,” added the prince, “to tell you the rest, since you are not unacquainted with all that passed afterwards.  But I am obliged in duty to thank you for your goodness and generosity, and to beg of you to let me know how I may shew my gratitude.  According to the law of nations I am already your slave, and cannot make you an offer of my person; there only remains my heart:  but, alas! princess, what do I say?  My heart is no longer my own, your charms have forced it from me, but in such a manner, that I will never ask for it again, but yield it up; give me leave, therefore, to declare you mistress both of my heart and inclination.”

These last words of the prince were pronounced with such an air and tone, that the princess of Bengal never doubted of the effect she had expected from her charms; neither did she seem to resent the precipitate declaration of the prince of Persia.  Her blushes served but to heighten her beauty, and render her more amiable in his eyes.

As soon as she had recovered herself, she replied, “Prince, you have given me sensible pleasure, by telling me your wonderful adventure.  But, on the other hand, I can hardly forbear shuddering, when I think on the height you were in the air; and though I have the good fortune to see you here safe and well, I was in pain till you came to that part where the horse fortunately descended upon the terrace of my palace.  The same thing might have happened in a thousand other places.  I am glad that chance has given me the preference to the whole world, and of the opportunity of letting you know, that it could not have conducted you to any place where you could have been received with greater pleasure.

“But, prince,” continued she, “I should think myself offended, if I believed that the thought you mentioned of being my slave was serious, and that it did not proceed from your politeness rather than from a sincerity of sentiment; for, by the reception I gave you yesterday, you might assure yourself you are here as much at liberty as in the midst of the court of Persia.

“As to your heart,” added the princess, in a tone which shewed nothing less than a refusal, “as I am persuaded that you have not lived so long without disposing of it, and that you could not fail of making choice of a princess who deserves it, I should be sorry to give you an occasion to be guilty of infidelity to her.”

Prince Firoze Shaw would have protested that when he left Persia he was master of his own heart:  but, at that instant, one of the princess’s ladies in waiting came to tell that a collation was served up.

This interruption delivered the prince and princess from an explanation, which would have been equally embarrassing to both, and of which they stood in need.  The princess of Bengal was fully convinced of the prince of Persia’s sincerity; and the prince, though the princess had not explained herself, judged nevertheless from some words she had let fall, that he had no reason to complain.