"Prince," answered Mirzoza, "I am ready." Mangogul and Selim slipt on their Domino's, and the favorite took hers likewise: the Sultan handed her to the ball-room where they separated, in order to mix in the crowd. Selim followed them, "and so did I," says the African author; "tho' I had a stronger inclination to take a nap than to see the dancing." CHAP. XLII. _Twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth trial of the ring._ Masquerade, and sequel of the masquerade. The most extravagant Toys of Banza did not fail flocking whither pleasure called them. Some came in city-coaches, some in public vehicles, and some few on foot. "I should never finish," says the African author, whose trainbearer I have the honour to be, "if I enter'd into a detail of the tricks which Mangogul play'd on them." He gave more exercise to his ring that night alone, than it ever had had, since the Genius presented him with it. He turn'd it sometimes on one, sometimes on another, and frequently on twenty together; and then it was, that the noise they made was ravishing; One cried out with a squeaking voice, "Violins, pray give us _le Carillon de Dunkerque_;" another in a hoarse voice, "I will have the _Sautriots_;" "and I the _Tricotets_," said a third: and a multitude at once call'd for old country-dances, such as _la Bourée, les quatre faces, la Calotine, la Chaine, le Pistolet, la Mariée, le Pistolet, le Pistolet, le Pistolet_. All these cries were interlarded with a million of extravagances. On one side was heard: _Plague take the noodle, let him be sent to school._ On another, _Must I return then without my earnest?_ Here, _who pays my coach?_ There, _he has slipt away from me, but I'll hunt him till I find him._ And again, _till to-morrow; but twenty Louis's at least, or there's nothing to be done._ And every where in short, speeches, which expressed desires or exploits. In the crowd, a citizen's daughter, young and pretty, singled out Mangogul, pursued him, and provoked him so, that he turned his ring on her. Then was her Toy heard to cry out: "Why do you fly me? Stop, charming mask, be not insensible to the ardor of a Toy, which burns for you." The Sultan shock'd at this rash declaration, was determined to punish the forward creature. He disappear'd, and sought among his guards some one who was pretty much of his make, gave him his mask and Domino, and abandoned him to the pursuits of the little female cit; who being still deceived by appearances, continued to say a thousand ridiculous things to him, whom she took for Mangogul.