and thenceforth the household lives and
breathes according to her languid bidding. Manetho comes out of his
retirement, and dances reverential attendance upon her. He is
twenty-five years old, now; tall, slender, and far from ill-looking,
with his dark, narrow eyes, wide brows, and tapering face. His manners
are gentle, subdued, insinuating, and altogether he seems to please
Helen; she condescends to him,--more than condescends, perhaps.
Meantime, alas! there is a secret opposition in progress, embodied in
the shapely person of that bright-eyed gypsy of a girl whom her
mistress Helen calls Salome. There is no question as to Salome's
complete subjection to the attractions of the young embryo clergyman;
she pursues him with eyes and heart, and seeing him by Helen's side,
she is miserably but dumbly jealous.

How is this matter to end? Manetho's devotion to Helen seems
unwavering; yet sometimes it is hard not to suspect a secret
understanding between him and Salome. He has ceased to wear his ring,
and once we caught a diamond-sparkle from beneath the thick folds of
lace which cover Helen's bosom; but, on the other hand, we fear his
arm has been round the gypsy's graceful waist, and that she has learnt
the secret of the private chamber. Is demure Manetho a flirt, or do
his affections and his ambition run counter to each other? Helen would
bring him the riches of this world,--but what should a clergyman care
for such vanities?--while Salome, to our thinking, is far the
prettier, livelier, and more attractive woman of the two. Brother
Hiero, whimsical and preoccupied, sees nothing of what is going on. He
is an antiquary,--an Egyptologist, and thereto his soul is wedded. He
has no eyes nor ears for the loves of other people for one another.--

Provoking! The uneasy sleeper has moved again, and disorganized,
beyond remedy, the events of a whole year. Judging from such fragments
as reach us, it must have been a momentous epoch in our history. From
the beginning, a handsome, stalwart, blue-eyed man, with a great beard
like a sheaf of straw, shoulders upon the scene, and thenceforth
becomes inextricably mixed up with dark-eyed Helen. We recognize in
him an old acquaintance; he was on the lateen-sailed boat that went up
the Nile; it was he who swung himself from the vessel's side, and
pulled Manetho out of the jaws of death,--a fact, by the way, of which
Manetho remained ignorant until his dying day. With this new arrival,
Helen'