"Meaning your husband?"
"He is not my friend, but I shall address one letter to him."
"Very well. You shall have what you require. You can hand the letters to me, and I will have them posted."
"You will not read them?"
"It is our usual rule to read all letters written from this establishment, but in your case we will waive the rule, and allow them to go unread. What is your second request?"
"I should like a room alone," said Mrs.Kenyon, glancing at Cleopatra, who was sitting on the side of the bed listening to the conversation.
"I am sorry that I can't grant that request," said the doctor. "The fact is, my establishment is too full to give anyone a single room."
"But you won't keep me in the same room with a——"
"What do you call me?" interrupted Cleopatra angrily. "Do you mean to say I am crazy? You ought to feel proud of having the Queen of Egypt for a room-mate. I will make you the Mistress of the Robes."
All this was ludicrous enough, considering the shabby attire of the self-styled queen, but Mrs. Kenyon did not feel in a laughing humor. She did not reply, but glanced meaningly at the door.