I reproduce here - verbatim - what he had written down.
“My dove,” he said. “Why are you crying?”
“I cry because I am sad,” the slave-girl replied to the cook. “I work through the whole day. How tired I am! Now it is necessary for me to prepare the whole bedroom. I am not able to work any longer.”“My dove, don’t cry!” said Volubis. “I am able to prepare the bedroom for you.”“Volubis, how kind you are,” whispered the slave-girl.The cook returned to the bedroom with the slave girl. He carefully worked and made the bedroom spotless. The slave-girl was happy.“My honey!” she said. “My darling!” and she kissed him. The cook, blushing, returned to the kitchen.