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"That, Niti," he replied slowly, "I expect you know quite as well as I do. I am inclined to consider myself the victim of something very like a conspiracy." "I think you are quite right, Dad," she replied, with perfect calmness. "But the chief conspirators were the Fates themselves. We others only did as we had to do.
According to Vreede, the language of the "Niti Praja" is not Kavi, but it is written in the "stiff and artificial language common to the ethical treatises." The following passages are taken from translations which appear in Raffles' account of the work:
It will be just too sweet of you and the Professor to say 'yes. Your devoted chum, BRENDA." "Well, Dad," she asked, as she put the letter down, "what do you say?" "Just what you want to say, my dear Niti," he replied, carefully spreading some marmalade on a triangle of toast "Personally, I must confess that I should rather like to see some of this so-called magician's alleged magic.
Twenty-four hours ago he would not have noticed such a trifle: but it was no trifle now; for to his clearer vision it was a sin, an evasion of the immutable laws of Truth, utterly unworthy of the companion of Nitocris the Queen in that other existence which he had just left. "You have seen Niti, I suppose?" he continued, with singular directness. "Yes," replied Merrill.
"Of course you mean that hateful Russian Prince who brought that equally hateful Adept, as he calls himself, with him," said Nitocris, with an unwonted harshness that made every one look up. "Oh, Niti," exclaimed Brenda, "and I asked you to let me bring him!" "I'm very sorry, dear," she replied quietly, but with a smile of reassurance. "It was not your fault, of course.
I had another sense which made me able to see past, present, and future all at once, and here and there, and up and down, and something else were all the same, and yet it did not seem in the slightest strange to me, so I suppose it was a dream." "It was no dream, Niti," said her father, looking at her with grave eyes.
"Niti, this is our friend, Prince Oscar Oscarovitch, whom you have been kind enough to let me invite by proxy. Prince, this is Miss Nitocris Marmion."
He's a fine young fellow and a thorough gentleman, and I'm afraid they're very fond of each other, but of course to let Niti marry him would be the negation of the belief and teaching of more than half a lifetime. I hope the poor girl won't take it too keenly to heart. I'm afraid he seems rather hard hit, poor chap, but of course there's no help for it.
And now he, I mean Lord Leighton loves some one else. Turn your face to the moon. Yes, you know who the some one else is. I'm so glad, for I do think you " "Niti, you're talking arrant nonsense for an educated young woman. I've only known His Lordship for a day, and how can you "
Niti, if that man and he is a man doesn't get killed in a fight, he'll marry you in spite of all the misguided scientific Dads on earth. Don't you worry. You've made me just happy. I'm not emotional that way, but I'd like to kiss you if the moon wasn't so bright. Suppose we go back and try to assist the kindly Fates a little bit?"
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