the boundary where, at the end of eternity--which in truth is endless--
it is replaced by something else."

While speaking, the Queen had motioned to her friend to accompany her
into her chamber, from which a door led into the children's room. An
irresistible impulse constrained her to open it and gaze into the dark,
empty apartment.

She felt an icy chill run through her veins. Taking a light from the
hand of one of the maids who attended her, she went to little Alexander's
couch. Like the others, it was empty, deserted. Her head sank on her
breast, the courageous calmness with which she had surveyed her whole
past life failed and, like the luxuriant riot in the sky of the most
brilliant hues, ere the glow of sunset suddenly yields to darkness,
Cleopatra's soul, after the lofty elation of the last few hours,
underwent a sudden transition and, overwhelmed by deep, sorrowful
depression, she threw herself down before the twins' bed, where she lay
weeping softly until Charmian, as day began to dawn, urged her to retire
to rest. Cleopatra slowly rose, dried her eyes, and said: "My past life
seemed to me just now like a magnificent garden, but how many serpents
suddenly stretched out their flat heads with glittering eyes and forked
tongues! Who tore away the flowers beneath which they lay concealed?
I think, Charmian, it was a mysterious power which here, in the
children's apartment, rules so strongly the most trivial as well as the
strongest emotions, it was--when did I last hear that ominous word?--it
was conscience. Here, in this abode of innocence and purity, whatever
resembles a spot stands forth distinctly before the eyes. Here,
O Charmian!--if the children were but here! If I could only--yet, no,
no! It is fortunate, very fortunate that they have gone. I must be
strong; and their sweet grace would rob me of my energy. But the light