His eyes wandered off to the river.

In one spot it was quite deep.
"_Phui!_" said the proconsul, carelessly, "I am too brave for such a venture now.

Leave me on my embankment, like Diogenes and his tub." Drusus clambered part way up the slope, and seated himself under a stunted oak tree.

The light was growing stronger.

The east was overshot with ripples of crimson and orange, here blending into lines each more gorgeous than a moment before.