He was personally of voluptuous habits, fearfully extravagant, endowed with very few scruples and a very weak sense of right and wrong.

But he was clear-headed, energetic, a good orator, a clever reasoner, an astute handler of men, courageous, versatile, full of recourse, and on the whole above the commission of any really glaring moral infraction.
He was now in his early prime, and he came before Fabia as a man tall, athletic, deep-chested, deep-voiced, with a regular profile, a clear, dark complexion, curly hair carefully dressed, freshly shaven, and in perfect toilet.

It was a pleasure, in short, to come in contact with such a vigorous, aggressive personality, be the dark corners of his life what they might.
Curio yielded to no man in his love of Lucrine oysters and good Caecuban wine.

But he had been spending little time on the dining couch that evening.

In fact he had at that moment in his hand a set of tablets on which he had been writing.
"_Salve! Domina!_" was his greeting, "what unusual honour is this which brings the most noble Vestal to the trysting spot of us poor Populares." And, with the courtesy of a gentleman of the world, he offered Fabia an armchair.
"Caius Curio," said the Vestal, wasting very few words, "do you know my nephew, Quintus Drusus of Praeneste ?" "It is an honour to acknowledge friendship with such an excellent young man," said Curio, bowing.
"I am glad to hear so.