It is he.

Shall I call Nefert ?" "No!" said Katuti in a low voice, and she clutched at the back of a chair as if for support.
The dwarf shrugged his shoulders, and slunk behind a clump of ornamental plants, and a few minutes later Paaker stood in the presence of Katuti, who greeted him, with quiet dignity and self-possession.
Not a feature of her finely-cut face betrayed her inward agitation, and after the Mohar had greeted her she said with rather patronizing friendliness: "I thought that you would come.

Take a seat.

Your heart is like your father's; now that you are friends with us again it is not by halves." Paaker had come to offer his aunt the sum which was necessary for the redemption of her husband's mummy.

He had doubted for a long time whether he should not leave this to his mother, but reserve partly and partly vanity had kept him from doing so.