Only let there be perfect understanding between us." Thus delicately he sought to put aside the submission of the merchant, and, in place of the relation of master and servant, substitute one higher and holier.
Simonides let fall his hands, and, turning to Esther, said, "A seat for the master, daughter." She hastened, and brought a stool, and stood, with suffused face, looking from one to the other--from Ben-Hur to Simonides, from Simonides to Ben-Hur; and they waited, each declining the superiority direction would imply.

When at length the pause began to be embarrassing, Ben-Hur advanced, and gently took the stool from her, and, going to the chair, placed it at the merchant's feet.
"I will sit here," he said.
His eyes met hers--an instant only; but both were better of the look.

He recognized her gratitude, she his generosity and forbearance.
Simonides bowed his acknowledgment.
"Esther, child, bring me the paper," he said, with a breath of relief.
She went to a panel in the wall, opened it, took out a roll of papyri, and brought and gave it to him.
"Thou saidst well, son of Hur," Simonides began, while unrolling the sheets.

"Let us understand each other.

In anticipation of the demand--which I would have made hadst thou waived it--I have here a statement covering everything necessary to the understanding required.