He kissed her, slipped out of the villa, and vanished in the dark garden.
Kama stretched her clinched fist after him.
"Worthless buffoon!" whispered she; "Thou who art hardly fit to be a singing slave in my mansion."
CHAPTER XXXV
When Ramses on the following morning visited his son, he found Sarah weeping. He asked what the cause was. She answered at first that nothing troubled her; then she said that she was sad. At last she fell at his feet and cried bitterly.
"My lord," whispered she, "I know that Thou hast ceased to love me, but at least avoid danger."
"Who said that I have ceased to love thee?" asked Ramses, astonished.
"Thou hast in thy house three new women, ladies of high family."
"Ah, so that is the trouble?"
"Besides, Thou art exposing thyself for a fourth, a wicked Phoenician."