To-morrow evening, after the Tistar-star has risen, your lover shall come to see you.

I will see that all the guards are away, so that he can come without danger, stay one hour and talk over the future with you; but remember, only one hour.

I see clearly that your mistress will be Cambyses' favorite wife, and will then forward your marriage, for she is very fond of you, and thinks no praise too high for your fidelity and skill.

So to-morrow evening," he continued, falling back into the jesting tone peculiar to him, "when the Tistar-star rises, fortune will begin to shine on you.

Why do you look down?
Why don't you answer?
Gratitude stops your pretty little mouth, eh?
is that the reason?
Well, my little bird, I hope you won't be quite so silent, if you should ever have a chance of praising poor Boges to your powerful mistress.