“It is strange those women degraders should have allotted one of that sex so fine a part in the hereafter.”
“It illustrates the constant conviction in men’s hearts that woman’s sympathy abides to the last.”
“In some men’s hearts, say. All are not equally just.”
“I’ll be direct, Rizpah, and sincere. I’ve felt an indescribable unworthiness of all I enjoy here in the house saved and brightened by my wife. I’ve been saying, ‘Oh, that some one like Neb-ta would cut off my failings and enrich my merit.’”
Sir Charleroy, after this long journey around about, felt relieved. He had made his confession and waited his absolution.
Rizpah’s eyes brightened up, and, though bedewed, shone with the luster of gleaming affection.
He knew full well how to interpret that look, and evinced the quality of the interpretation by quickly embracing her. There passed between them salutations having the purity of manna, the lusciousness of Escol’s grapes.
“Will Sir Charleroy need to go to Egypt for a Neb-ta?”
“No, never, while I’ve an all-forgiving, all-blessing Rizpah!”