What would she be like?
What had time made of her?
The curiosity--we will not call it passion--was overpowering.

Pure "love" was seldom recognized as such by the age.

When the carriage reached a spot where two roads forked, leading to adjacent estates, Drusus alighted.
[16] The two Roman consuls were magistrates of the highest rank, and were chosen each year by the people.
"Is her ladyship Cornelia at the villa of the Lentuli ?" was his demand of a gardener who was trimming a hedge along the way.
"Ah! Master Drusus," cried the fellow, dropping his sickle in delight.
"Joy to see you! Yes, she is in the grove by the villa; by the great cypress you know so well.

But how you have changed, sir--" But Drusus was off.

The path was familiar.