Florus, the historian, is taking note of this weighty discussion; Pancrates, the poet, is celebrating the great thoughts of the philosopher.

As to what part the philologist there can find to take in this important event you know better than I.What is the man's name ?" "Apollonius." "Hadrian has nick-named him 'the obscure.' The more difficult it is to understand the discourses of these gentlemen the more highly are they esteemed." "One must dive to obtain what lies at the bottom of the water--all that floats on the surface is borne by the waves, a plaything for children.
Apollonius is a very learned man." "Then my husband ought to leave him among his disciples and his books.
It was his wish that I should invite these people to my table.

Florus and Pancrates I like--not the others." "I can easily relieve you of the company of Favorinus and Ptolemaeus; send them to meet the Emperor." "To what end ?" "To entertain him." "He has his plaything with him," said Sabina, and her thin lips curled with an expression of bitter contempt.
"His artistic eye delights in the beauty of Antinous, which is celebrated, but which it has not yet been my privilege to see." "And you are very anxious to see this marvel ?" "I cannot deny it." "And yet you want to postpone your meeting with Caesar ?" said Sabina, and a keen glance of inquiry and distrust twinkled in her little eyes.
"Why do you want to delay my husband's arrival ?" "Need I tell you," said Titianus eagerly, "how greatly I shall rejoice to see once more my sovereign, the companion of my youth, the greatest and wisest of men, after a separation of four years?
What would I not give if he were here already! And yet I would rather that he should arrive in fourteen days than in eight." "What reason can you have ?" "A mounted messenger brought me a letter to-day in which the Emperor tells me that he proposes to inhabit the old palace at Lochias, and not the Caesareum." At these words Sabina's forehead clouded, her gaze, dark and blank, was fixed on her lap, and biting her under-lip, she muttered: "Because I am here." Titianus made as though he had not heard these words, and continued in an easy tone: "There he has a wide outlook into the distance, which is what he has loved from his youth up.

But the old building is much dilapidated, and though I have already begun to exert all the forces at my command, with the assistance of our admirable architect, Pontius, to restore a portion of it at any rate, and make it a habitable and not too uncomfortable residence, the time is too short to do anything thoroughly worthy--" "I wish to see my husband here, and the sooner the better," interrupted the Empress with decision.

Then she turned towards the row of pillars which stood by the right-hand wall of the hall, and which were at some distance from her couch, calling out "Verus." But her voice was so weak that it did not reach the person addressed, so turning to the prefect, she said: "I beg of you to call Verus to me, the praetor Lucius Aurelius Verus." Titianus immediately obeyed.
As he entered the hall he had already exchanged friendly greetings with the man to whom the Empress wished to speak.