She did not notice at first her daughter's approach, and Nina, standing silently by her, looked down on many little canvas bags ranged in the bottom of the chest, wherefrom her mother extracted handfuls of shining guilders and Mexican dollars, letting them stream slowly back again through her claw-like fingers.

The music of tinkling silver seemed to delight her, and her eyes sparkled with the reflected gleam of freshly- minted coins.

She was muttering to herself: "And this, and this, and yet this! Soon he will give more--as much more as I ask.

He is a great Rajah--a Son of Heaven! And she will be a Ranee--he gave all this for her! Who ever gave anything for me?
I am a slave! Am I?
I am the mother of a great Ranee!" She became aware suddenly of her daughter's presence, and ceased her droning, shutting the lid down violently; then, without rising from her crouching position, she looked up at the girl standing by with a vague smile on her dreamy face.
"You have seen.

Have you ?" she shouted, shrilly.