I will build a house near the hall of justice, and give the complainants and defendants private advice, like the hunch-back Sent, who now drives through the streets in his own chariot." "Hm--" said his mother, "that might have done very well, but perhaps it is too late.

When the child had fever she talked about the young priest who was sent from the House of Seti by Ameni.

He is a fine tall fellow, and took a great interest in her; he is a gardener's son, named Pentaur." "Pentaur ?" said the dwarf.

"Pentaur?
He has the haughty air and the expression of the old Mohar, and would be sure to rise; but they are going to break his proud neck for him." "So much the better," said the old woman.

"Uarda would be just the wife for you, she is good and steady, and no one knows--" "What ?" said Nemu.
"Who her mother was--for she was not one of us.