"I have promised to be docile: I'll keep my word and obey my slaves as if every day were the Saturnalia." "Good!" he exclaimed.

"You are getting better." He looked me over again and asked: "Is there anything you want ?" "I want to see Tanno," I said.
"You shall the day after tomorrow," he promised, "or perhaps tomorrow, if I find you improving faster than I anticipate." Actually, after a brief visit from him the next day, Tanno was ushered into my sick-room.
My first question was about my tenants.

Not one such tenant-farmer in a million would ever have a chance of being personally presented to Caesar.
They had been awestruck when I told them of their amazing good fortune.
They had said almost nothing.

But I knew that they were, all nine of them, as nearly rapt into ecstasy as Sabine farmers could be at the prospect of personally saluting Caesar in his Palace, in his Audience Hall on his throne.

I had been too inert to worry about anything, but I almost worried at the thought of their disappointment, through my relapse.
Tanno told me that he, knowing the Emperor's character pretty well, had taken it upon himself to have them passed in with him as the Emperor had ordered, and had himself asked permission to present them and had presented them.