d and grew uncomfortable, and at last turned to her
father. 'The stranger's eyes never wander from me,' she said in a low
and hesitating voice. 'If Hassan should hear of it, jealousy will make
him mad.'

'No, no,' replied the father, 'you are certainly not for this young man.
Did I not tell you before that I intend him for your sister Argentine. I
will at once take measures to fix his heart upon her,' and he rose and
opened a cupboard, from which he took some fruits and a jug of wine,
which he put on the table, together with a small silver and
mother-of-pearl box.

'Taste this wine,' he said to the young man, pouring some into a glass.

'Give me a little, too,' cried Zelida.

'Certainly not,' answered her father, 'you and Hassan both had as much
as was good for you the other day.'

'Then drink some yourself,' replied she, 'or this young man will think
we mean to poison him.'

'Well, if you wish, I will do so,' said the father; 'this elixir is not
dangerous at my age, as it is at yours.'

When Neangir had emptied his glass, his host opened the mother-of-pearl
box and held it out to him. Neangir was beside himself with delight at
the picture of a young maiden more beautiful than anything he had ever
dreamed of. He stood speechless before it, while his breast swelled with
a feeling quite new to him.

His two companions watched him with amusement, until at last Neangir
roused himself. 'Explain to me, I pray you,' he said, 'the meaning of
these mysteries. Why did you ask me here? Why did you force me to drink
this dangerous liquid which has set fire to my blood? Why have you shown
me this picture which has almost deprived me of reason?'

'I will answer some of your questions,' replied his host,' but all, I
may not. The picture that you hold in your hand is that of Zelida's
sister. It has filled your heart with love for her; therefore, go and
seek her. When you find her, you will find yourself.'

'But where _shall_ I find her?' cried Neangir, kissing the charming
miniature on which his eyes were fixed.

'I am unable to tell you more,' replied his host cautiously.

'But I can,' interrupted Zelida eagerly. 'To-morrow you must go to the
Jewish bazaar, and buy a watch from the second shop on the right hand.
And at midnight----'

But what was to happen at midnight, Neangir did not hear, for Zelida's
father hastily laid his hand over her mouth, crying: 'Oh, be silent,
child! Would you draw down on you by imprudence