As the young man entered, she sprang up, and her eyes flashed; it were hard to say whether with love, pride, or triumph.
Such must have been Cleopatra, when Antony approached her.
She flew to meet him, and threw her arms around him, whilst her glowing looks were fixed upon his eyes.
"At last you come, sweet friend!" she whispered; "I have waited long!"
When the young man entered the room there had been a certain coldness on his face, and now there was more politeness than tenderness in the movement with which he placed his arm around her shoulder.
Did she feel this?
Her eyes dilated and became more glowing, her arms were pressed closer round his neck, and through her slender form passed a slight shiver.
A magnetic stream seemed to pass from her to her lover. He led her gently to her seat, knelt down before her, and kissed her left hand as it hung by her side, whilst with the right she stroked the hair upon his brow.
The star was veiled with clouds, the baleful meteor glowed in vivid brightness.