Thou mayst be glad that thou hast not linked thy fate to ours; but I have a faithful heart, and will share my mistress's trouble." "You speak riddles," said Paaker, "what have they to fear ?" The dwarf now related how Nefert's brother had gambled away the mummy of his father, how enormous was the sum he had lost, and that degradation must overtake Katuti, and her daughter with her.
"Who can save them," he whimpered.

"Her shameless husband squanders his inheritance and his prize-money.

Katuti is poor, and the little words "Give me! scare away friends as the cry of a hawk scares the chickens.

My poor mistress!" "It is a large sum," muttered Paaker to himself.

"It is enormous!" sighed the dwarf, "and where is it to be found in these hard times?
It would have been different with us, if--ah if--.