Nor did Aladdin ever see her again, but in after years the smell of box or roses would bring into his mind the wonderful face of her, and the music of her voice.
In the delirium which was upon him all that night, he harped to the surgeon of Ellen, and in the morning fell asleep.
"Haec olim meminisse juvabit," said the surgeon, as rain-clouded dawn rose whitely in the east.
