"Full many laugh at tears they see me shed * Who had shed tears an bore they what I bore; None feeleth pity for th' afflicted's woe, * Save one as anxious and in woe galore: My passion, yearning, sighing, thought, repine * Are for me cornered in my heart's deep core: He made a home there which he never quits, * Yet rare our meetings, not as heretofore: No friend to stablish in his place I see; * No intimate but only he and --he."
Now when the jeweller heard these lines and understood their significance, he wept also and told him all that had passed betwixt himself and the slave-girl and her mistress since he left him. And Ali bin Bakkar gave ear to his speech, and at every word he heard his colour shifted from white to red and his body grew now stronger and then weaker till the tale came
