So to-morrow evening," he continued, falling back into the jesting tone peculiar to him, "when the Tistar-star rises, fortune will begin to shine on you.

Why do you look down?
Why don't you answer?
Gratitude stops your pretty little mouth, eh?
is that the reason?
Well, my little bird, I hope you won't be quite so silent, if you should ever have a chance of praising poor Boges to your powerful mistress.

And what message shall I bring to the handsome Gaumata?
May I say that you have not forgotten him and will be delighted to see him again?
You hesitate?
Well, I am very sorry, but it is getting dark and I must go.

I have to inspect the women's dresses for the birthday banquet.

Ah! one thing I forgot to mention.