'I have wealth and power enough to cause her to be sought for to the ends of the earth! Ulpius shall be secured and questioned--imprisoned, tortured, if it is necessary.

Your daughter shall be recovered.

Nothing is impossible to a senator of Rome!' 'I knew not that I loved her, until the morning when I wronged and banished her!' continued the old man, still speaking to himself.

'I have lost all traces of my parents and my brother--my wife is parted from me for ever--I have nothing left but Antonina; and now too she is gone! Even my ambition, that I once thought my all in all, is no comfort to my soul; for I loved it--alas! unconsciously loved it--through the being of my child! I destroyed her lute--I thought her shameless--I drove her from my doors! Oh, how I wronged her!--how I wronged her!' 'Remain here, and repose yourself in one of the sleeping apartments, until my slaves return in the morning.

You will then hear without delay of the result of their search to-night,' said Vetranio, in kindly and compassionate tones.
'It grows dark--dark!' groaned the father, tottering towards the door; 'but that is nothing; daylight itself now looks darkness to me! I must go: I have duties at the chapel to perform.