"Klea there has exorcised them, and I have helped her; now you know." "Then I may go out for a little while?
I have to sweep the pavement of the forecourt." Klea nodded assent, and when the woman had disappeared the physician said: "How many evil demons we have to deal with, alas! and how few good ones.
Men are far more ready and willing to believe in mischievous spirits than in kind or helpful ones; for when things go ill with them--and it is generally their own fault when they do--it comforts them and flatters their vanity if only they can throw the blame on the shoulders of evil spirits; but when they are well to do, when fortune smiles on them of course, they like to ascribe it to themselves, to their own cleverness or their superior insight, and they laugh at those who admonish them of the gratitude they owe to the protecting and aiding demons.

I, for my part, think more of the good than of the evil spirits, and you, my child, without doubt are one of the very best.
"You must change the compress every quarter of an hour, and between whiles go out into the open air, and let the fresh breezes fan your bosom--your cheeks look pale.

At mid-day go to your own little room, and try to sleep.

Nothing ought to be overdone, so you are to obey me." Klea replied with a friendly and filial nod, and Imhotep stroked down her hair; then he left; she remained alone in the stuffy hot room, which grew hotter every minute, while she changed the wet cloths for the sick child, and watched with delight the diminishing hoarseness and difficulty of his breathing.

From time to time she was overcome by a slight drowsiness, and closed her eyes for a few minutes, but only for a short while; and this half-awake and half-asleep condition, chequered by fleeting dreams, and broken only by an easy and pleasing duty, this relaxation of the tension of mind and body, had a certain charm of which, through it all, she remained perfectly conscious.