When I rolled into bed I had felt so utterly done up with the excitement of my interviews with Vedius and Satronius, with the exertion of standing in the Throne-room and through the Emperor's lecture on chariot design, that I had renounced my intention of calling on Vedia and had resigned myself to postponing my attempt to see her until the morrow.
I woke all feverish energy and restless determination to go to see her at once.

Therefore, between the siesta hour and the hour of the bath, I presented myself at Vedia's mansion.
I was at once ushered into her atrium, where I found myself alone and where I sat waiting some time.
When a maid summoned me into her _tablinum_, I found her alone, seated in her favorite lounging chair, charmingly attired and, I thought, more lovely than I had ever seen her.
"Oh, Caia!" I cried.
She bridled and stared at me haughtily.
"'Vedia,'" if you please, she said coldly.

"You have no manner of right to 'Caia' me, Andivius." The distant formality of her address, her disdainful tone, the affront of her words, chilled me like a dash of cold water.
"Caia!" I stammered, "Vedia, I mean.

What has happened?
What is wrong ?" For I could not credit that she would be incensed with me because of my involvement in the affray in Vediamnum nor that she would condemn me unheard, especially as Tanno had told me, in the Stadium of the Palace, that he had taken care to call on Vedia, and give her his version of my mishap.
She glowered at me.
"Your effrontery," she burst out, "amazes me.

I am incredulous that I really see you in my home, that you really have the shamelessness to force yourself into my presence! It is an unforgivable affront that you should pretend love for me and aspire to be my husband and all the while be philandering after a freedwoman; but that you should parade yourself on the high road with her all the way from your villa to Rome, with the hussy enthroned in your own travelling carriage, is far worse.