The bridge was gone.

Cornelia had started up, and tried to cover her arms and shake her tunic over her feet.

Her cheeks were all smiles and blushes.
But Drusus's situation was both pathetic and ludicrous.

He had his fiancee almost in his arms, and yet the stream stopped him.

Instantly Cornelia was in laughter.
"Oh! My second Leander," she cried, "will you be brave, and swim again from Abydos to Sestos to meet your Hero ?" "Better!" replied Drusus, now nettled; "see!" And though the leap was a long one he cleared it, and landed close by the marble nymph.
Drusus had not exactly mapped out for himself the method of approaching the young woman who had been his child playmate.