"It is pleasant to be with Philometor and Cleopatra, but better still with Eros and Hebe.

Sister, you look pale--shall I call for Zoe ?" Cleopatra shook her head in negation, but she dropped into a seat, and sat stooping, with her head bowed over her knees as if she were dreadfully tired.

Euergetes turned his back on her, and spoke to his brother of indifferent subjects, while she drew lines, some straight and some crooked, with her fan-stick through the pile of the soft rug on the floor, and sat gazing thoughtfully at her feet.

As she sat thus her eye was caught by her sandals, richly set with precious stones, and the slender toes she had so often contemplated with pleasure; but now the sight of them seemed to vex her, for in obedience to a swift impulse she loosened the straps, pushed off her right sandal with her left foot, kicked it from her, and said, turning to her husband: "It is late and I do not feel well, and you may sup without me." "By the healing Isis!" exclaimed Philometor, going up to her.

"You look suffering.