gold, but rubies and sapphires."

"Woman," said the heir, "in this tube is thy safety."

"What is safety to me? I am wearied in this place, and I am afraid. I
have sat here four days as in prison."

"Dost Thou lack anything?"

"I lack air, amusement, laughter, songs, people. O vengeful goddess,
how harshly Thou art punishing!"

The prince listened with amazement. In that mad woman he could not
recognize the Kama whom he had seen in the temple, that woman over
whose person had floated the passionate song of the Greek Lykon.

"Tomorrow," said the prince, "Thou canst go to the garden; and when we
visit Memphis or Thebes, Thou wilt amuse thyself as never in thy life
before. Look at me. Do I not love thee, and is not the honor which
belongs to me enough for a woman?"

"Yes," answered she, pouting, "but Thou hadst four women before me."

"But if Hove thee best?"

"If Thou love me best, make me first, put me in the palace which that
Jewess Sarah occupies, and give a guard to me, not to her. Before the
statue of Astaroth I was first. Those who paid homage to the goddess,
when kneeling before her, looked at me. But here what? Troops beat
drums and sound flutes; officials cross their hands on their breasts,
and incline their heads before the house of the Jewess."

"Before my first-born son," interrupted the prince, now impatient, "and
he is no Jew."

"He is a Jew!" screamed Kama.

Ramses sprang up.

"Art Thou mad?" but quieting himself quickly, he added, "Dost Thou not
know that my son cannot be a Jew"

"But I tell thee that he is a Jew!" cried Kama, beating the table with
her fist. "He is a Jew, just as his grandfather is, just as his uncles
are; and his name is Isaac."

"What hast Thou said, Phoenician woman? Dost wish that I should turn
thee out?"

"Turn me out if a lie has gone from my lips. But if I have spoken
truth, turn out that woman with her brat and give me her palace. I wish
and deserve to be first in thy household. She deceives thee, reviles
thee. But, I for thy sake, have deserted my goddess and exposed myself
to her vengeance."

"Give me proofs and the palace will be thine. No, that is false!" said
Ramses. "Sarah would not permit such a crime. My first-born son!"

"Isaac Isaac!" cried Kama. "Go to her, and convince thyself."

Ramses, half unconscious, ran out from Kama's house and turned toward
Sarah's villa. Though the night was starry, he lost his way and
wandered a certain time through