On the maid's return Leila asked, "Did you give it to him?" She said, "Yes, I did." Leila then sent to Majnun every day the larger part of her meals, which was received every day by this man, who was very glad to have it while out of work. Leila one day asked her maid, "You never tell me what he says and how he eats." She said, "He says that he sends very many thanks to you and he appreciates it very much, and he is a pleasant spoken man. You must not worry for one moment. He is getting fatter every day." Leila said, "But my Majnun has never been fat, and has never had a tendency to become fat, and he is too deep in his thought to say pleasant things to anyone. He is too sad to speak." Leila at once suspected that the dinner might have been handed to the wrong person. She said, "Is anybody else there?" The maid said, "Yes, there is another person sitting there also, but he seems to be beside himself. He never notices who comes or who goes, nor does he hear a word said by anybody there. He cannot possibly be the man that you love." Leila said, "I think he must be the man. Alas, if you have all this time given the food to the wrong person! Well, to make sure, today take on the plate a knife instead of food and say to that one to whom you gave the food, "For Leila a few drops of your blood are needed, to cure her of an illness."'