"If you lay a finger on me, I will call for help, and Dorothea and her husband will protect me against you." "Hardly," answered Phoebicius drily.

"It would suit you no doubt to find yourself under the same roof as that great boy who brings you colored glass, and throws roses into your window, and perhaps has strewed the road with them by which he found his way to you to-day.

But there are nevertheless laws which protect the Roman citizen from criminals and impudent seducers.

You were always a great deal too much in the house over there, and you have exchanged your games with the little screaming beggars for one with the grownup child, the rose-thrower-the fop, who, for your sake, and not to be recognized, covers up his purple coat with a sheepskin! Do you think, you can teach me anything about lovesick night-wanderers and women?
"I see through it all! Not one step do you set henceforth across Petrus' threshold.

There is the open window--scream--scream as loud as you will, and let all the people know of your disgrace.