Antony was again in high spirits. Every time he drew in his line a large carp hung from his hook. He was overwhelmed with compliments on his astounding skill. All at once, just as he drew out a huge prize, there was a burst of laughter. The fish, this time, proved to be one that had been kept in brine to serve as bait. Ordinarily Antony would have been the first to join in the ridicule against himself, but in the presence of the dignified Roman general he was annoyed and mortified. The party went home in silence. Thinking this a good chance for a final effort, Ahenobarbus waited until everyone had gone to his own apartment and then sought Antony. "Do you not realize that this is no place for you?" he demanded. "This child's play is fit only for women and eunuchs; but you, warrior, chief of the State, one of the three heads of the Republic, when there are towns and continents waiting for your taking...." With the gesture habitual to him in moments of perplexity, Antony put his elbow on his knee, his chin resting in his right hand, and stared at his friend. What was there to say? That fire that still burned in his veins flamed up, showing him the glorious goal toward which they had marched together. "I wish I might follow you!" he cried. "What is there to hinder you?" "How can you ask!" "Is love so mighty then," gasped the old soldier, "that once in its thrall a man has no more power over himself?" They continued to talk. Antony was ready to be persuaded. The light wound to his vanity made him sensitive to appeals to his honour. The future spread out before him. Where would the life of a love-sick satrap lead him? Suddenly he cried, grasping his friend's hand: "You are right; to-morrow I will go with you." And with a firm step he turned toward Cleopatra's bedchamber. She was lying on a low couch, awaiting her lover, but she was more than usually eager for his coming this evening. He had been morose at supper. What had been the trouble? Was he annoyed at the joke she had played on him? Charmian was beside her, trying to comfort her. Surely Antony understood a joke! The soothing sound of the sea came in through the windows. Just outside the curtain of her room Antony heard the question: "Do you believe he will always love me?" His heart was softened and he thought: "How can I hurt the most tender of women?" Going in, he looked at her without speaking, and she asked: "What is it? Of what are you thinking?" He hesitated. Then, suddenly, like one who takes his courage in both hands, he cried: "Beyond all question I must go away." She looked at him, incredulous. This was worse than all her fears. "Go away! You are saying it to frighten me, because I teased you." "Child," he ejaculated, "as though such a thing counted! I owe it to those who are fighting for me." Cleopatra's heart sank. "You wish to be with your wife!" In spite of the gravity of the occasion Antony could not help laughing.