"On my honor, it is true," he answered; and he believed what he said.
"When did you learn it? Tell me all you know, in Heaven's name! Would you drive me mad?"
Dr. Fox shrugged his shoulders.
"I only got the letter this morning," he said. "It was from Mr. Kenyon."
"May I see the letter?"
Reflecting that it contained nothing of a private nature, Dr. Fox consented, and putthe letter into her hands. It carried conviction to the grief-stricken woman.
"I have nothing to live for now," she said mournfully. "My poor Oliver! So young to die!"
"Who's dead?" enquired Cleopatra, advancing to where they stood.
"My boy Oliver."
"Is that all? I thought it might be Mark Antony. Dr. Fox, have you received a letter from Antony lately?"