She must be withdrawn from the boy's eyes." "I shall learn the result of your mission tomorrow," cried Dion eagerly--"nay, this evening.

If she consents, I will tell Iras, as if by accident, that Barine has gone to Upper Egypt to drink new milk, or something of that kind.

Iras is a shrewd woman, and will be glad if she can keep aloof from such trifles during the time which will decide the fate of Cleopatra and of the world." "My thoughts, too, are always with the army," said Archibius.

"How trivial everything else seems compared with the result which will be determined in the next few days! But life is made up of trifles.

They are food, drink, maintenance.