As an artist Hadrian ought not to have vilified beauty, as a man he ought not to have insulted unprotected innocence.
In the soul of the architect, who had hitherto been one of the Emperor's warmest admirers, a slight aversion began to dawn, and he was glad, when, at last, Hadrian decided to withdraw to rest.
The Emperor found in his room every requisite he was accustomed to use, and while his slave undressed him, lighted his night-lamp and adjusted his pillows, he said: "This is the best evening I have enjoyed for years.

Is Antinous comfortably in bed ?" "As much so as in Rome." "And the big dog ?" "I will lay his rug in the passage at your door." "Has he had any food ?" "Bones, bread and water." "I hope you have had something to eat this evening." "I was not hungry, and there was plenty of bread and wine." "To-morrow we shall be better supplied.

Now, good-night.

Weigh your words for fear you should betray me.

A few days here undisturbed would be delightful!" With these words the Emperor turned over on his couch and was soon asleep.
Mastor, too, lay down to rest after he had spread a rug for the dog in the corridor outside the Emperor's sleeping-room.