She was restless and moody.

The younger Vestals, whose attendance on the sacred fire and care of the Temple she oversaw, wondered at her exacting petulance.

Little Livia brought her aunt to her senses, by asking why she, Fabia, did not love her any more.

The lady summoned all her strength of character, and resumed her outward placidity.

She knew that Drusus was safe with Caesar, and exposed only to the ordinary chances of war.