“It is not my hand you ought to kiss,” said the old woman. “I shall be back tomorrow. Anoint your back, eat, and take your rest.”

Candide, notwithstanding so many disasters, ate and slept. The next morning, the old woman brought him his breakfast; examined his back, and rubbed it herself with another ointment. She returned at the proper time, and brought him his dinner; and at night, she visited him again with his supper. The next day she observed the same ceremonies.

“Who are you?” said Candide to her. “Who has inspired you with so much goodness? What return can I make you for this charitable assistance?”

The good old beldame kept a profound silence. In the evening she returned, but without his supper.