I fear that you keep too late hours, and that is why you grow white and withered like a mummy--not but that you look handsome enough in those long robes of yours," she added to gild the pill.
"It is my labours," he replied, making a wry face, for he too was vain.
"My labours for the good of others, also indigestion and the draughts in this accursed tower where I sit staring at the stars, which give me rheumatism.

I have got both of them now, and must take some medicine," and filling two goblets from a flask, he handed her one of them, saying, "drink it, you don't get wine like that in Thebes." "It is very good," said Merytra when she had drunk, "but heavy.

If I took much of that I think I should have 'rheumatism,' too.

Now tell me, old friend, am I safe, in this place?
No, not from Pharaoh, he trusts me and lets me go where I will upon his business--but from his royal brother.

He used to have a long memory, and from the look of him I do not think that his temper has improved.