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Philadelphus, when young, had married Arsinoë, the daughter of Lysimachus of Thrace, by whom he had three children, Ptolemy, who succeeded him, Lysimachus, and Berenicê; but, having found that his wife was intriguing with Amyntas, and with his physician Chrysippus of Rhodes, he put these two to death and banished the Queen Arsinoë to Koptos in the Thebaid.
Do you doubt your love or mine?" "I cannot," he answered. "Berenice!" "Yes!" "Did you ever tell your husband that you loved him?" "Never!" "Did he love you?" "I believe, so far as he knew how to love anything, he did." "And now?" She waved her hand impatiently. "He has forgotten. He was shallow, and he was fond of life. He has found consolation long ago. Do not talk of him.
He knew the tent and its capabilities, having seen it figure on various occasions, comices agricoles, banquets de pompiers, at village fêtes generally, and said it could be arranged quite well. We discussed many programmes, but finally accepted whatever M. Claretie would give an act of "Les Plaideurs," and two or three of "Bérénice," with Mme. Bartet, who is charming in that rôle.
Among these women one, a tall and dignified matron in mourning robes, was a conspicuous figure. This was Berenice, the mother of the young heathen who had been ridden down and wounded in the skirmish near the Prefect's house, and whose eyes Eusebius had afterwards closed.
It was Mrs. Carter calling. The daughter was gone in a fling of graceful lines and flounces. "Now what do you make of her?" asked Mrs. Carter, turning to her friend. "Youth, individuality, energy a hundred things. I see nothing wrong with her." "If I could only see to it that she had her opportunities unspoiled." Already Berenice was returning, a subject for an artist in almost studied lines.
To sit and talk for hours with a man, grateful enough, but peevish and commonplace, and with a curious lack of virility or self-reliance in his untoward circumstances, was trial enough to Matravers, who had been used to select his associates and associations with delicate and close care. But to remember that this man had been, and indeed was, the husband of Berenice, was madness!
Between them, on a marble stand, stood a vase of flowers and the countess' work-box. But she did not open it. She engaged her guest in conversation, and such was the charm of her manners that the evening passed like a pleasant dream. And when Claudia received the kiss of Berenice and retired for the night, it was with the sweet feeling of safety added to her sense of freedom.
"If I work hard I may make five hundred francs a month," Lucien said. "And I shall make as much again at the theatre, without counting extras. Camusot will pay for my dresses as before. He is fond of me! We can live like Croesus on fifteen hundred francs a month." "And the horses? and the coachman? and the footman?" inquired Berenice. "I will get into debt," said Coralie.
"Helen Loraine knows the game, but there's a whole lot of things she never sees. Louise Reed is your opponent. She's not at all a suspicious girl. You see to it that we win. They always pick substitutes from the team which wins." Hester knew little of the subtleties of human nature, and consequently could not grasp the full import of the remark Berenice had made.
And hurriedly, as if ashamed of his own confession, and yet compelled, in spite of himself, to unbosom it, he told Synesius all, from his first meeting with Victoria to his escape from her at Berenice. The good bishop, to Aben-Ezra's surprise, seemed to treat the whole matter as infinitely amusing.
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