That was the fault of Demas, the half-bred hound who crept into my kennel, and whom, because she loved him, I gave to her as husband.

Thus did he repay me, the traitor, and I--I repaid him.

Ay! But the sword fell upon two necks.

He should have suffered, and he alone.
Oh, Rachel, my lost daughter Rachel, forgive me, you whose bones lie there beneath the sea, forgive me! I cannot bear those eyes of yours.

I am old, Rachel, I am old." Thus Benoni muttered to himself, as he walked swiftly to and fro; then, worn out with his burst of solitary, dream-bred passion, he sank back upon the couch.
As he sat thus, an Arab doorkeeper, gorgeously apparelled and armed with a great sword, appeared in the portico, and after looking carefully to see that his master was not asleep, made a low salaam.
"What is it ?" asked Benoni shortly.
"Master, a young lord named Caleb wishes speech with you." "Caleb?
I know not the name," replied Benoni.