Lamps had been brought in, and threw their ruddy glare over the long tiers of seats and their august occupants.

Finally the angry debate ended, because it was a physical impossibility to continue longer.

Senators went away with dark frowns or care-knit foreheads.

Out in the Forum bands of young "Optimates" were shouting for Pompeius, and cursing Caesar and his followers.
Drusus, following Antonius, felt that he was the adherent of a lost cause, the member of a routed army that was defending its last stronghold, which overwhelming numbers must take, be the defence never so valiant.

And when very late he lay down on his bed that night, the howls of the fashionable mob were still ringing in his ears.
II That night the most old-fashioned and sober Roman went to bed at an advanced hour.