He spoke this with such a Tone, that she hoped it true, and could not forbear believing it; and being wholly transported with Joy for having subdued the finest of all the King's Subjects to her Desires, she took from her Ears two large Pearls, and commanded him to wear 'em in his. He would have refused 'em, crying, _Madam these are not the Proofs of our Love that I expect; 'tis Opportunity, 'tis a Lone-Hour only, that can make me happy._ But forcing the Pearls into his Hand, she whisper'd softly to him; _Oh! do not fear a Woman's Invention, when Love sets her a thinking._ And pressing his Hand, she cry'd, _This Night you shall be happy. Come to the Gate of the Orange-Grove, behind the +Otan+, and I will be ready about midnight to receive you._ 'Twas thus agreed, and she left him, that no Notice might be taken of their speaking together.
The Ladies were still dancing, and the King, laid on a Carpet, with a great deal of Pleasure was beholding them, especially _Imoinda_, who that Day appeared more lovely than ever, being enlivened with the good Tidings _Onahal_ had brought her, of the constant Passion the Prince had for her. The Prince was laid on another Carpet at the other End of the Room, with his Eyes fixed on the Object of his Soul; and as she turned or moved, so did they; and she alone gave his Eyes and Soul their Motions. Nor did _Imoinda_ employ her Eyes to any other use, than in beholding with infinite Pleasure the Joy she produced in those of the Prince. But while she was more regarding him than the Steps she took, she chanced to fall, and so near him, as that leaping with extreme Force from the Carpet, he caught her in his Arms as she fell; and 'twas visible to the whole Presence, the Joy wherewith he received her. He clasped her close to his Bosom, and quite forgot that Reverence that was due to the Mistress of a King, and that Punishment that is the Reward of a Boldness of this Nature. And had not the Presence of Mind of _Imoinda_ (fonder of his Safety than her own) befriended him, in making her spring from his Arms, and fall into her Dance again, he had at that Instant met his Death; for the old King, jealous to the last Degree, rose up in Rage, broke all the Diversion, and led _Imoinda_ to her Apartment, and sent out Word to the Prince, to go immediately to the Camp; and that if he were found another Night in Court, he should suffer the Death ordained for disobedient Offenders.