While the two friends from the House of Seti were engaged in conversation, Katuti restlessly paced the large open hall of her son-in-law's house, in which we have already seen her.

A snow-white cat followed her steps, now playing with the hem of her long plain dress, and now turning to a large stand on which the dwarf Nemu sat in a heap; where formerly a silver statue had stood, which a few months previously had been sold.
He liked this place, for it put him in a position to look into the eyes of his mistress and other frill-grown people.

"If you have betrayed me! If you have deceived me!" said Katuti with a threatening gesture as she passed his perch.
"Put me on a hook to angle for a crocodile if I have.

But I am curious to know how he will offer you the money." "You swore to me," interrupted his mistress with feverish agitation, that you had not used my name in asking Paaker to save us ?" "A thousand times I swear it," said the little man.
"Shall I repeat all our conversation?
I tell thee he will sacrifice his land, and his house-great gate and all, for one friendly glance from Nefert's eyes." "If only Mena loved her as he does!" sighed the widow, and then again she walked up and down the hall in silence, while the dwarf looked out at the garden entrance.

Suddenly she paused in front of Nemu, and said so hoarsely that Nemu shuddered: "I wish she were a widow." "The little man made a gesture as if to protect himself from the evil eye, but at the same instant he slipped down from his pedestal, and exclaimed: "There is a chariot, and I hear his big dog barking.