halfpenny a day. Give me what you please, but do not insult my distress with taunts which would deprive you of the whole value of your beneficence." "My lord," replied the Persian, "you may be a beggar, and this appears pretty plainly; but my religion obliges me to use hospitality; it is sufficient that you are a man and under misfortunes; that the apple of my eye should be the path for your feet; vouchsafe to ennoble my house with your radiant presence." "I will, since you desire it," answered Candide. "Come then, enter," said the Persian. They went in accordingly, and Candide could not forbear admiring the respectful treatment shown him by his host. The slaves anticipated his desires; the whole house seemed to be busied in nothing but contributing to his satisfaction. "Should this last," said Candide to himself, "all does not go so badly in this country." Three days were passed, during which time the kindness of the Persian still continued; and Candide already cried out: "Master Pangloss, I always imagined you were in the right, for you are a great philosopher."
WHAT BEFELL CANDIDE IN THIS HOUSE—HOW HE
GOT OUT OF IT.
CANDIDE, being well fed, well clothed, and free from chagrin, soon became again as ruddy, as fresh, and as gay as he had been in Westphalia. His host,