"Purple-bordered robes, emerald necklace and enamelled crown of gold, rings and pectoral, everything except a sceptre--why are you so royally arrayed to visit one so humble as your loving brother?
You come like sunlight into the darkness of the hermit's cell and dazzle the poor hermit, or rather hermits," and he pointed to me.
"Cease your jests, Seti," she replied in a full, strong voice.

"I wear these ornaments because they please me.

Also I have supped with our father, and those who sit at Pharaoh's table must be suitably arrayed, though I have noted that sometimes you think otherwise." "Indeed.

I trust that the good god, our divine parent, is well to-night as you leave him so early." "I leave him because he sent me with a message to you." She paused, looking at me sharply, then asked, "Who is that man?
I do not know him." "It is your misfortune, Userti, but one which can be mended.

He is named Ana the Scribe, who writes strange stories of great interest which you would do well to read who dwell too much upon the outside of life.