Then again I thought of flight, but being somewhat timid by nature, feared to show myself until it was too late, thinking that afterward the Prince would make me the target of his wit.

So I sat close and still, hearing and seeing all despite myself.
"What gem is that, Lady, which you admire and cherish so tenderly ?" asked Seti in his slow voice that so often hid a hint of laughter.
She uttered a little scream and springing up, saw him.
"Oh! my lord," she exclaimed, "pardon your servant.

I was sitting here in the cool, as you gave me leave to do, and the moon was so bright--that--I wished to be see if by it I could read the writing on this scarab." Never before, thought I to myself, did I know one who read with her lips, though it is true that first she used her eyes.
"And could you, Lady?
Will you suffer me to try ?" Very slowly and colouring, so that even the moonlight showed her blushes, she withdrew the ornament again and held it towards him.
"Surely this is familiar to me?
Have I not seen it before ?" he asked.
"Perhaps.

I wore it that night in the temple, your Highness." "You must not name me Highness, Lady.

I have no longer any rank in Egypt." "I know--because of--my people.