[Pointing to his turban.]
That lovely opal!
Peer.
[Enchanted, handing her the jewel.]
Anitra! Anitra! true daughter of Eve!
I feel thee magnetic; for I am a man,
And, as a much-esteemed author has phrased it:
“Das Ewig-Weibliche ziehet uns an!”[[91]]
SCENE SEVENTH.
A moonlight night. The palm-grove outside Anitra’s tent.