"He would probably appear unto thee first in the form of a lion, and if he could not thus prevail against thee, transform himself into a serpent, and then into a buffalo or some other wild beast." "And I should have to tackle the entire menagerie?" said Horace. "Why, my dear sir, I should never get beyond the lion!" "I would assist thee to assume similar transformations," said the Jinnee, "and thus thou mayst be enabled to defeat him. For I burn with desire to behold mine enemy reduced to cinders." "It's much more likely that you would have to sweep _me_ up!" said Horace, who had a strong conviction that anything in which the Jinnee was concerned would be bungled somehow. "And if you're so anxious to destroy this Jarjarees, why don't you challenge him to meet you in some quiet place in the desert and settle him yourself? It's much more in your line than it is in mine!" He was not without hopes that Fakrash might act on this suggestion, and that so he would be relieved of him in the simplest and most satisfactory way; but any such hopes were as usual doomed to disappointment. "It would be of no avail," said the Jinnee, "for it hath been written of old that Jarjarees shall not perish save by the hand of a mortal. And I am persuaded that thou wilt turn out to be that mortal, since thou art both strong and fearless, and, moreover, it is also predestined that Bedeea shall wed one of the sons of men." "Then," said Horace, feeling that this line of defence must be abandoned, "I fall back on objection number one. Even if Jarjarees were obliging enough to retire in my favour, I should still decline to become the--a--consort of a Jinneeyeh whom I've never seen, and don't love." "Thou hast heard of her incomparable charms, and verily the ear may love before the eye." "It may," admitted Horace, "but neither of _my_ ears is the least in love at present." "These reasons are of no value," said Fakrash, "and if thou hast none better----" "Well," said Ventimore, "I think I have. You profess to be anxious to--to requite the trifling service I rendered you, though hitherto, you'll admit yourself, you haven't made a very brilliant success of it. But, putting the past aside," he continued, with a sudden dryness in his throat; "putting the past aside, I ask you to consider what possible benefit or happiness such a match as this--I'm afraid I'm not so fortunate as to secure your attention?" he broke off, as he observed the Jinnee's eyes beginning to film over in the disagreeable manner characteristic of certain birds. "Proceed," said Fakrash, unskinning his eyes for a second; "I am hearkening unto thee." "It seems to me," stammered Horace, inconsequently enough, "that all that time inside a bottle--well, you can't call it _experience_ exactly; and possibly in the interval you've forgotten all you knew about feminine nature. I think you _must_ have."