in the Morning. _Liamil_ was oblig'd to furnish Talk, for _Zeokinizul_
went no further than a reserv'd Complaisance; and after being a full
Hour by themselves, upon the Prince's signifying that he would be alone,
she left him, having only receiv'd eight or ten Answers, and those
rather civil than gallant. Who can conceive the Anguish of _Liamil_,
when she return'd to _Jeflur_? Wretch that I am, cried she, throwing
herself upon a _Sopha_, here her Sighs stopp'd her Voice, that she could
not proceed. _Jeflur_ was struck with Amazement, and knew not what to
think of such Emotions. He dried her Tears, he inlarged his Promises,
and particularly vowed he would make her rich Amends for the Vexation
she suffered on his Account. Let me alone, said she, at last, was it
not enough to make me marry a Man whom I hate, but must you also draw me
to love one who slights me? Yes, the King, with whose Love you flatter'd
me, slights me; I am come directly from his Closet, where I was with him
above an Hour; and so far from making Love to me, that he did not say
the least soft Thing. Is not this Coldness? Is not this slighting? Is
this all that raises such a Storm in this poor Bosom, replied _Jeflur_?
Did not I forewarn you, that _Zeokinizul_'s deep Sense of his Duty,
would make him be greatly upon the Reserve with you? And that you would
think him insensible, tho' he was only immerst in Thought? Why did not
you intice him? Come, come, be easy, I will engage to procure you
another private Meeting; but take Care not to act the Prude again so
unseasonably. Ply him with every alluring Art, and even make Use of a
fond Violence to make him yield. He is not to be treated like common
Lovers. These Injunctions cannot be disagreeable to you. _Zeokinizul_ is
perfectly handsome, and in the Prime of Life. You love him, and
therefore must leave no Means untry'd to secure his.

_Liamil_ relish'd this judicious Lesson, and impatiently waited the
Performance of _Jeflur_'s Promise; and being resolv'd to make the utmost