"Of course. You will begin to say next that Cleopatra is dead."
"I thought so."
"That is because I have remained here so long in concealment. The world supposes me dead, but the time will come when people will learn their mistake. Have you finished your letters?"
"Yes."
"When they send us our supper you can send them to the doctor."
"Will he be sure to post them?" asked Mrs. Kenyon, with a natural suspicion.
"Of course. Doesn't he always send my letters to Mark Antony?"
This was not as satisfactory as it might have been.
"Have you ever received any answers?" asked Mrs. Kenyon.
"Here is a letter from Mark Antony," said Cleopatra, taking a dirty and crumpled note from her pocket. "Read it, Claudia."