She had enough pride left not to moan aloud and plead with an animal like Phaon not to crush her utterly.

In fact she was benumbed, and did not fully sense the changed situation.

She went through a mechanical process of collecting her wardrobe, of putting her jewellery in cases and boxes, of laying aside for carriage a few necessaries for Artemisia.

Phaon, who had expected a terrible scene when he made his announcement, observed to himself that, "The domina is more sensible than I supposed.

I think her uncle will have his way now soon enough, if Master Lucius does not get his throat cut at Corfinium." And having thus concluded to himself,--satisfactorily, if erroneously,--he, too, made arrangements for the voyage impending.
II Cornelia's sleeping room was large and airy.