"Her shameless husband squanders his inheritance and his prize-money.

Katuti is poor, and the little words 'Give me!' scare away friends as the cry of a hawk scares the chickens.
My poor mistress!" "It is a large sum," muttered Paaker to himself.

"It is enormous!" sighed the dwarf, "and where is it to be found in these hard times?
It would have been different with us, if--ah if--.

And it would be a form of madness which I do not believe in, that Nefert should still care for her braggart husband.

She thinks as much of thee as of him." Paaker looked at the dwarf half incredulous and half threatening.
"Ay--of thee," repeated Nemu.