"Now, you know, that would wake you, Adam, if you were dreaming. But let us have breakfast. How can I walk when you hold me so tightly?"
"You shall not walk. I will carry you."
And he raised her light, lithe form, and bore it to a soft divan.
"But where is the table, Adam? We are nowhere within reach of it."
"Let us have kisses for breakfast, Evet"
"Oh, no! There are wine and fruit. I must convince you that you are not dreaming. But we can sit here." And she clapped her hands.
A heavy curtain was immediately drawn aside, and a curious apparition came before them in the person of a hideous dwarf, scarcely three feet in height. He was dressed in a rich costume of dark colours; a gold-sheathed scimitar hung from his girdle; and on his head was a turban, in which sparkled an immense opal.
"Move the table towards us, Narjac,"
