Perhaps, as with Cornelia, the fact that one near and dear was in peril aided to make the consciousness of her own unhappiness less keen.

None could question Fabia's resolute energy.

She sent Agias on his way, then hurried off in her litter in quest of Caius Marcellus, the consul.
AEmilius Paulus, the other consul, was a nonentity, not worth appealing to, since he had virtually abdicated office upon selling his neutrality to Caesar.

But Marcellus gave her little comfort.

She broke in upon the noble lord, while he was participating in a drunken garden-party in the Gardens of Lucullus.