My wife is no--" the evil word he suppressed in time.

He stopped, biting his lips in embarrassment.
Tyope's features moved not.

He spoke to the chief of the Delight Makers as quietly and calmly as possible,-- "I believe as you do, nashtio; but while Say may be guiltless, Shotaye is not." "Hush!" the Naua sternly interrupted; "think of those here." He pointed toward the symbols.

"Don't you know that they must not hear the name of that woman ?" Tyope replied hastily, and eager to drown the reprimand his chief had given him,-- "What shall we do, Naua ?" The old man became impatient.

"Don't you see that I am at work?
I am busy.