There is one man at least whom I am convinced is not altogether a knave; and I have determined to throw in my lot with him.

Do you guess, Mamercus ?" "Caesar ?" Drusus nodded.

Mamercus broke out into a shout of approval.
"_Euge!_ Unless my son Decimus, who is centurion with him, writes me false, _he_ is a man!" But Cornelia was distressed of face.
"Quintus," she said very gravely, "do you know that I have often heard that Caesar is a wicked libertine, who wishes to make himself tyrant?
What have you done ?" "Nothing rashly," said Drusus, also quite grave; "but I have counted the matter on both sides--the side of Pompeius and the Senate, and the side of Caesar--and I have written to Balbus, Caesar's manager at Rome, that I shall use my tiny influence for the proconsul of the Gauls." Cornelia seemed greatly affected; she clasped and unclasped her hands, pressed them to her brows; then when she let them fall, she was again smiling.
"Quintus," she said, putting her arm around him, "Quintus, I am only a silly little girl.

I do not know anything about politics.

You are wiser than I, and I can trust you.