ItwasontheanniversaryoftheDeathoftheFirstborn，andofthismatteritpleasedhimtotalktome。Upanddownthechamberhewalkedand，watchinghimbythelamplight，Inotedthatofasuddenheseemedtohavegrownmucholder，andthathisfacehadbecomesweetereventhanitwasbefore。Hewasmorethinalso，andhiseyeshadinthemalookofonewhostaresatdistances。
“Yourememberthatnight，Friend，doyounot，“hesaid；“perhapsthemostterriblenighttheworldhaseverseen，atleastinthelittlepieceofitcalledEgypt。“Heceased，liftedacurtain，andpointedtoaspotonthepillaredporticowithout。“Thereshesat，“hewenton；
“thereyoustood；therelaytheboyandtherecrouchedhisnurse——bytheway，Igrievetohearthatsheisill。Youarecaringforher，areyounot，Ana？SaytoherthatPharaohwillcometovisither——whenhemay，whenhemay。“
“Irememberitall，Pharaoh。“
“Yes，ofcourseyouwouldremember，becauseyoulovedher，didyounot，andtheboytoo，andevenme，thefather。Andsoyouwillloveusalwayswhenwereachalandwheresexwithitswallsandfiresareforgotten，andlovealonesurvives——asweshallloveyou。“