human
The bunch of flowers belongs to me; but keep it till it is faded, by mid-day, and then return it to me.
gpt
It belongs to you? repeated the younger girl, raising her eyes in surprise to her sister, for to this hour what had been Klea's had been hers also.
human
But I always used to take the flowers you brought home; what is there special in these?
gpt
They are only violets like any other violets, replied Klea coloring deeply.
human
But the queen has worn them.
gpt
The queen! cried her sister springing to her feet and clasping her hands in astonishment.
human
She gave you the flowers? And you never told me till now? To be sure when you came home from the procession yesterday you only asked me how my foot was and whether my clothes were whole and then not another mortal word did you utter. Did Cleopatra herself give you this bunch?
gpt
How should she? retorted Klea.
human
One of her escort threw them to me; but drop the subject pray! Give me the water, please, my mouth is parched and I can hardly speak for thirst.