Go back to him, make him hope that Nefert is inclined to him, tell him what distresses the ladies, and if he refuses, but only if he refuses, let him see that you know something of the little dose." The dwarf looked meditatively on the ground, and then said, looking admiringly at the old woman: "That is the right thing." "You will find out the lie without my telling you," mumbled the witch; "your business is not perhaps such a bad one as it seemed to me at first.
Katuti may thank the ne'er-do-well who staked his father's corpse.

You don't understand me?
Well, if you are really the sharpest of them all over there, what must the others be ?" "You mean that people will speak well of my mistress for sacrificing so large a sum for the sake-- ?" "Whose sake?
why speak well of her ?" cried the old woman impatiently.
"Here we deal with other things, with actual facts.

There stands Paaker--there the wife of Mena.

If the Mohar sacrifices a fortune for Nefert, he will be her master, and Katuti will not stand in his way; she knows well enough why her nephew pays for her.

But some one else stops the way, and that is Mena.