Cornelia, however, solved all his perplexity.

Changing suddenly from laughter into what were almost tears, she flung her arms around his neck, and kissed him again and again.
"Oh, Quintus! Quintus!" she cried, nearly sobbing, "_I am_ so glad you have come!" "And I am glad," said the young man, perhaps with a tremor in his voice.
"I never knew how I wanted you, until you are here," she continued; "I didn't look for you to-day.

I supposed you would come from Puteoli to-morrow.

Oh! Quintus, you must be very kind to me.

Perhaps I am very stupid.