Send him a token--write to my lord Marcus." "Write ?" laughed Dada.

"Girls learn other things in my country; but if I could--shall I tell you something?
I would not write him a line.

Those who want me may seek me!" "He is seeking, he is trying to find the pretty mistress," declared the woman; "he is full of you, quite full of you, and if I dared...." "Well ?" "I would go and say to my lord Marcus, quite in a secret...." "Well, what?
Speak out, woman." "First I would tell him where the pretty mistress is hidden; and then say that he might hope once--this evening perhaps--he is not far off, he is quite near this...

over there; do you see that little white house?
It is a tavern and the host is a freedman attached to the lady Damia, and for money he would shut his shop up for a day, for a night, for many days .-- Well, and then I would say--shall I tell you all?
My lord Marcus is there, waiting for his pretty mistress, and has brought her dresses that would make the rose-garment look a rag.

You would have gold too, as much gold as heart can wish.