Caleb bowed in return, touching his forehead in Eastern fashion with his hand, from which, as his host noticed, the forefinger was missing.
"I am your servant, sir," said Benoni with grave courtesy.
"Master, I am your slave," answered Caleb.

"I have been told that you knew my father; therefore, on this, my first visit to Tyre, I come to make my respects to you.

I am the son of Hilliel, who perished many years ago in Jerusalem.

You may have heard his story and mine." "Yes," answered Benoni scanning his visitor, "I knew Hilliel--a clever man, but one who fell into a trap at last, and I see that you are his son.

Your face proves it; indeed, it might be Hilliel who stands before me." "I am proud that you should say so," answered Caleb, though already he guessed that between Benoni and his father no love had been lost.