"Do not apply to the Regent, and before thou dost sacrifice the labor of years, and thy future greatness, and that of those near to thee, sacrifice thy son's honor." "And my husband's, and my own ?" exclaimed Katuti.

"How can you know what that is! Honor is a word that the slave may utter, but whose meaning he can never comprehend; you rub the weals that are raised on you by blows; to me every finger pointed at me in scorn makes a wound like an ashwood lance with a poisoned tip of brass.

Oh ye holy Gods! who can help us ?" The miserable woman pressed her hands over her eyes, as if to shut out the sight of her own disgrace.

The dwarf looked at her compassionately, and said in a changed tone: "Dost thou remember the diamond which fell out of Nefert's handsomest ring?
We hunted for it, and could not find it.

Next day, as I was going through the room, I trod on something hard; I stooped down and found the stone.