There had been an angry debate in the Senate, and Marcellus had inveighed against the Caesarian tribune, and had joined in a furious war of words.

The Senate had voted to allow Curio to keep his seat; and the anti-Caesarians had paraded in mourning as if the vote were a great calamity.
Curio's eyes lit up with an angry fire.
"Lump of filth! Who was he, to disoblige you!" "You will understand," said Fabia, still quietly; and then briefly she told of the conspiracy against the life of Drusus, so far as she had gathered it.
"Where did you learn all this," queried Curio, "if I may venture to ask ?" "From Agias, the slave of Cornelia, niece of Lentulus." "But what is Drusus to her ?" demanded the marvelling tribune.
"He is everything to her.

She has been trying to win her way into Ahenobarbus's confidence, and learn all of the plot." A sudden light seemed to break over the face of the politician.

He actually smiled with relieved pleasure, and cried, "_Papae!_ Wonderful! I may be the farthest of all the world from Diogenes the Cynic; but a man cannot go through life, unless he has his eyes shut, and not know that there are different kinds of women.

I was sorry enough to have to feel that a girl like Cornelia was becoming one of Clodia's coterie.
After all, the world isn't so bad as we make it out to be, if it is Curio the profligate who says it." "But Drusus, my nephew ?" exclaimed Fabia.