Lie down a little while, aunt, you are very pale." Katuti did not follow this prescription; on the contrary she smiled, and said in a voice half of anger and half of pity: "The old fool firmly believes that the weal or woe of the family depends on the gold-bays.

He would like to go with you?
To open Mena's eyes?
No one has yet tried to bind them!" Katuti spoke the last words in a low tone, and her glance fell.

Paaker also looked down, and was silent; but he soon recovered his presence of mind, and said: "If Nefert is to be long absent, I will go." "No--no, stay," cried the widow.

"She wished to see you, and must soon come in.

There are her cake and her wine waiting for her." With these words she took the napkin off the breakfast-table, held up the beaker in her hand, and then said, with the cloth still in her hand: "I will leave you a moment, and see if Nefert is not yet come home." Hardly had she left the veranda when Paaker, having convinced himself that no one could see him, snatched the flask from his girdle, and, with a short invocation to his father in Osiris, poured its whole contents into the beaker, which thus was filled to the very brim.