"Let me, for your sake, my child, show you the worst.

Seeing it with me may make it less terrible to you.
His love, Esther, is all bestowed." "I know it," she said, calmly.
"The Egyptian has him in her net," he continued.

"She has the cunning of her race, with beauty to help her--much beauty, great cunning; but, like her race again, no heart.

The daughter who despises her father will bring her husband to grief." "Does she that ?" Simonides went on: "Balthasar is a wise man who has been wonderfully favored for a Gentile, and his faith becomes him; yet she makes a jest of it.
I heard her say, speaking of him yesterday, 'The follies of youth are excusable; nothing is admirable in the aged except wisdom, and when that goes from them, they should die.' A cruel speech, fit for a Roman.

I applied it to myself, knowing a feebleness like her father's will come to me also--nay, it is not far off.
But you, Esther, will never say of me--no, never--'It were better he were dead.' No, your mother was a daughter of Judah." With half-formed tears, she kissed him, and said, "I am my mother's child." "Yes, and my daughter--my daughter, who is to me all the Temple was to Solomon." After a silence, he laid his hand upon her shoulder, and resumed: "When he has taken the Egyptian to wife, Esther, he will think of you with repentance and much calling of the spirit; for at last he will awake to find himself but the minister of her bad ambition.
Rome is the centre of all her dreams.