I promised her." "Promised who ?" asked his sister.
"Who but Uarda?
She loves flowers, and since the rose which you gave her she has not seen one.

I have ordered the gardener to cut me a basket full of roses to-morrow morning, and shall take them to her myself." "That you will not!" cried Bent-Anat.

"You are still but half a child--and, for the girl's sake too, you must give it up." "We only gossip together," said the prince coloring, "and no one shall recognize me.

But certainly, if you mean that, I will leave the basket of roses, and go to her alone.

No--sister, I will not be forbidden this; she is so charming, so white, so gentle, and her voice is so soft and sweet! And she has little feet, as small as--what shall I say ?--as small and graceful as Nefert's hand.