When I had finished my story, I called Latchman, my confidential servant, and made him bring sweetmeats and cakes, of which they ate enough to make themselves ill; then, as I began to find the adventure rather funny, I organized games to amuse my wives. One of these diversions had an enormous success. I made a bridge of my legs, and the six children ran underneath, the smallest beginning and the tallest always knocking against them a little, because she did not stoop enough. It made them shout with laughter, and these young voices sounding beneath the low vaults of my sumptuous palace, seemed to wake it up and to people it with childlike gaiety, filling it with life. Next I took great interest in seeing to the sleeping apartments of my innocent concubines, and in the end I saw them safely locked up under the surveillance of four female servants, whom the prince had sent me at the same time in order to take care of my sultanas. For a week I took the greatest pleasure in acting the papa towards these living dolls. We had capital games of _hide-and-seek_, _puss-in-the-corner_, &c., which gave them the greatest pleasure, for every day I taught them a new game, to their intense delight. My house now seemed to be one large class, and my little friends, dressed in beautiful silk stuffs, and in materials embroidered with gold and silver, ran up and down the long galleries and the quiet rooms like little human animals. At last, one evening, without my knowing exactly how it happened, the oldest of them, the one called Chali, and who looked so like an ivory statue, became my wife. She was an adorable little creature, timid and gentle, who soon got to love me ardently, with some degree of shame, with hesitation as if afraid of European justice, with reserve and scruples, and yet with passionate tenderness. I cherished her as if I had been her father. I beg your pardon, ladies; I am going rather too far. The others continued to play in the palace, like a lot of happy kittens, and Chali never left me except when I went to the prince. We passed delicious hours together in the ruins of the old castle, among the monkeys, who had become our friends. She used to lie on my knees, and remain there, turning all sorts of things over in her little sphinx's head, or perhaps not thinking of anything, retaining that beautiful, charming, hereditary pose of that noble and dreamy people, the hieratic pose of the sacred statues.