For the first time since the memorable night of the raid on Baiae, she went about with an aching heart.

Fabia, too, suffered, but, older and wiser, comforted Cornelia not so much by what she might say, by way of extending hopes, as by the warm, silent contact of her pure, noble nature.

Monime and Berenice were grieved that their friends were so sad, and used a thousand gentle arts to comfort them.

Cornelia bore up more bravely because of the sympathy--she did not have to endure her burden alone, as at Rome and Baiae; but, nevertheless, for her the days crept slowly.
And then out of the gloom came the dazzling brightness.

A Rhodian merchantman came speeding into the haven with news.