“The Lily of the Valley,” said Joram, referring to Jupheena, “has found a sweet companion, and the maid of Judah, I trust, will not be displeased if, by the request of my good friend Barzello, I give her the name of an appropriate rose.”
“On the contrary,” said Perreeza, “thy young handmaiden is very grateful to the noble friend of Barzello for every token of his notice and kind regard.”
“Then, maid of Judah,” said Joram, “thy floral name, from this hour, is the Rose of Sharon.”
“The Rose of Sharon!” cried Jupheena. “Oh, Perreeza, is not that delightful? Rose of Sharon!”
“Beautiful, indeed!” said Perreeza, “and better than all, it is the sweet rose of my own native land.”
“True, young maid, true,” said Joram, “’tis the favorite rose of Judah.”
“The noble friend of Barzello will accept the thanks of his unworthy young acquaintance for his very happy compliment,” said Perreeza.
“Well,” responded Joram, “one Hebrew lay, accompanied by the harp of Judah, will recompense us a thousand times.”
“That shall be attended to with pleasure,” said Perreeza, and the two young women left to bring the harp.
“Now, my good friend, what thinkest thou of the maid of Judah?” asked Barzello.