"Come," she said.
"Do you know where to find Mark Antony?" asked Cleopatra.
"Yes; follow me."
They did not venture to take the highway. The chances of discovery were too great. Neither knew much about the country, but Mrs. Kenyon remembered that a colored woman, sometimes employed at the asylum, lived in a lonely hut a mile back from the road. This woman—old Nancy—she had specially employed by permission of Dr. Fox, and to her hut she resolved to go.
Cleopatra, no longer self-reliant, followed her confidingly. Just on the verge of a wood, with no other dwelling near at hand, dwelt the old black woman. It was a rude cabin, darkand unpainted. Cleopatra looked doubtfully at it.
"Where are you going?" she asked, standing still. "Antony is not here."
It was not a time to reason, nor was the assumed queen a person to reason with. There was no choice but to be positive and peremptory.
"No," she answered, "Antony is not here, but here he will meet you. It is a poor place, but his enemies lie in wait for him, and he wishes to see you in secret."
This explanation suited Cleopatra's humor.
She nodded her head in a satisfied way and said: