do? If you cannot bear the light, speak to me at least.”

“Alas! she cannot speak,” said the maid.

The sick lady then put a plump hand out of the bed and Candide first bathed it with tears, then filled it with diamonds, leaving a purse of gold upon the easy chair.

In the midst of his transports came an officer into the room, followed by the abbe, and a file of musketeers.

“There,” said he, “are the two suspected foreigners.” At the same time he ordered them to be seized and carried to prison.

“Travelers are not treated in this manner in the country of El Dorado,” said Candide.

“I am more of a Manichaean now than ever,”