But it is your 'noble lady Damia'-- that old woman, who has told you what to say.

You are her echo, and as for Marcus....

Confess, confess at once, you witch...." "Sachepris is only a poor slave," said the woman raising her hands in entreaty.

"Sachepris can only obey, and if the pretty mistress were to tell my lady Damia..." "It was she then who sent for me to go to the little tavern ?" The woman nodded.

"And Marcus ?" "If the pretty mistress had consented..." "Well ?" "Then--but Great Isis! if you tell of me!" "I will not tell; go on." "I should have gone to my lord Marcus and invited him, from you..." "It is shameful!" interrupted Dada, and a shudder ran through her slight frame.