“So you’ve a lover?” Berenice now spoke timidly, almost respectfully.
“If you don’t believe me, you can look,” replied the girl, curtly.
“When do you see him?” sighed Berenice.
“Three times a day.”
“Where?”
“Do you want me to tell you?”
“Yes.”
“How comes it that you do not know this?” interrogated Cleopatra in her turn.
“I know nothing, not even what goes on at the Palace. Demetrios is the only subject of conversation I care about. I have not watched over you as I should have done, my child. All this is my fault.”
“Watch me if you like. When I can no longer have my own way, I’ll kill myself. Therefore, little care I, whatever happens!”