"To restore her to her husband."
"You mock me," cried the Prince, with a frown.
"I, sir!" said Tika, clasping her hands; "do you think I would deceive you, and that it would not be the best way to make my mistress happy? I know that you will not try it; so you will never see her smile."
"Very well! then she must be sad," said Tosa; "I shall not set her free."
"Alas!" sighed Tika.
"Silence!" cried the Prince, stamping his foot. "Why do you say alas? what difference does it make to you whether you wait upon her here or there. Don't you see that she has fascinated me, and that I am miserable?"
The Prince moved away as he said these words, while Tika pretended to be lost in profound surprise.
"I did not think that you would confide in me quite so soon," she muttered when he was gone. "I divined your secret long ago; but you little guess how ready I am to favor your love."
Tika then went back to sit at the feet of her mistress.
"You desert me, to talk with our jailer," said Fatkoura.