You know you are going off as usual to her lecture, this very morning!' At this crisis of his confessions the page entered, and announced, not the bath, but Miriam.
The old woman, who, in virtue of her profession, had the private entry of all fashionable chambers in Alexandria, came in hurriedly; and instead of seating herself as usual, for a gossip, remained standing, and motioned the boy out of the room.
'Well my sweet mother?
Sit: Ah?
I see! You rascal, you have brought in no wine for the lady.

Don't you know her little ways yet ?' 'Eos has got it at the door, of course,' answered the boy, with a saucy air of offended virtue.
'Out with you, imp of Satan!' cried Miriam.

'This is no time for winebibbing.

Raphael Aben-Ezra, why are you lying here?
Did you not receive a note last night ?' 'A note?
So I did, but I was too sleepy to read it.

There it lies.