But believe me, Quintus, I have met this Cornelia of yours once or twice, and I believe that she is one of those women for whom my words grow weak." "Then you can sympathize, can feel, for me," said Drusus, as he lay back with his head on the dark green sward.
"Yes, as a poor man who has always possessed nothing can feel for a rich merchant whose whole fortune is about to founder at sea.

Do not spurn my feeble sort of pity.

But do you know nothing of her, not a word, a sign?
Is she alive or dead?
Much less, does she still care for you ?" "Nothing!" answered Drusus, and the sense of vexation and helplessness choked his utterance.

"She vanished out of sight at Baiae, as a flash of lightning passes away in the sky.

I cannot imagine the cause of her disappearance.