Dido was right.

Heron's eldest son had returned from his errand.

Tired, disappointed, and with fierce indignation in his eyes, he staggered in like a drunken man who has been insulted in his cups; and, without greeting her--as his mother had taught her children to greet even their slaves--he merely asked in hoarse tones, "Is Melissa come in ?" "Yes, yes," replied Dido, laying her finger to her lips.

"You roused her from a nap.

And what a state you are in! You must not let her see you so! It is very clear what news you bring.