master work of nature's hand;—her side-glance was like the blue lotus waving in the evening breeze. Ah! how can I hope to paint her without the help of inspiration?
The Prince gazed at Aesha. Immediately the thought of Tilottama arose in his mind; and he felt the iron entering his soul. The blood coursed violently through his veins, and gushed out afresh from the deep wounds; he closed his eyes and sank in insensibility. The lovely lady on the couch immediately arose. The person who sat on the carpet reading, from time to time lifted his eyes from the book and saw Aesha lovingly;—for a long while he gazed with insatiate eyes at her waving pendants, as she arose. Aesha softly approached to him and whispered into his ear,
"Osman, send for the physician, sharp"; for it was no other than the conqueror of the castle. On receiving this communication, he went out. Aesha took a vessel which stood upon a silver stool, and drenched the prince's forehead and face with some liquid.
Osman Khan soon came back with the physician, who after a variety of expedients succeeded in stopping the bleeding and handed to Aesha various medicines, giving directions in a low tone for their use.
"Pray, what do you think of him, Sir," said she in the physician's ear.
"O the fever is awful!" replied he.
He saluted them and was going out, when Osman overtook him near the door and asked him in an undertone,
"What do you think of his recovery, Sir?"
"I am not hopeful, you know," said he, "but please call me again, when the fit returns."
