This was the note:
Fair Cleopatra:
I have read your letter, my heart's sovereign, and I kiss the hand that wrote it. I am driving the enemy before me, and hope soon to kneel beforeyou, crowned with laurels. Be patient, and soon expect your captive,
Mark Antony.
"Is it not a beautiful letter?" asked Cleopatra proudly.
"Yes," said Mrs. Kenyon, feeling it best to humor her delusion.
CHAPTER XI.
HOW THE LETTER WAS MAILED.
S EVERAL months passed, and Mrs. Kenyon remained in confinement. She was not badly treated, except in being vigilantly guarded, and prevented from making her escape. Dr. Fox always treated her with suavity, but she felt that though covered with velvet his hand was of iron, and that there was little to hope for from him. He never made any objection to her writing letters, but always insisted on their being handed to him.
It was not long before she began seriously to doubt whether the letters thus committed to him were really mailed, since no answers came. One day she asked him abruptly: