This made her dread still more unprecedented conduct in the future.

In a few hours she will be on the way to Irenia.

I am glad for Caesarion's sake, and still more for his mother's, whom we have wronged by forgetting so long for another." "To think that we should be forced to do so!" cried Iras excitedly--"now, at this hour, when every drop of blood, every thought of this poor brain should belong to the Queen! Yet it could not be avoided.

Cleopatra is returning to us with a heart bleeding from a hundred wounds, and it is terrible to think that a new arrow must strike her as soon as she steps upon her native soil.

You know how she loves the boy, who is the living image of the great man with whom she shared the highest joys of love.