We talked most about Pentaur.

She knows his father, who is a gardener, and knows a great deal about him.

Only think! she says the poet cannot be the son of his parents, but a good spirit that has come down on earth--perhaps a God.

At first she was very timid, but when I spoke of Pentaur she grew eager; her reverence for him is almost idolatry--and that vexed me." "You would rather she should reverence you so," said Nefert smiling.
"Not at all," cried Rameri.

"But I helped to save her, and I am so happy when I am sitting with her, that to-morrow, I am resolved, I will put a flower in her hair.