[Furious.] Well, what do you find.
Octavian.
[In his gentlest voice.] Dear lady, don’t let us pursue this painful subject. Probably we had not allowed for the flight of time. Suffice it that our poor hopes are unrealised. [Looking round] But I don’t see Cæsarion.
Cleopatra.
[Sullenly.] My son is not here.
Octavian.
Another disappointment.
Cleopatra.
You wished to speak to him?