If Master Drusus were here, I would complain of you to him.

I have heard that he is not the kind of a master to let a poor maid of his be insulted." "Oh, be still, you hussy!" said the elder woman, who felt that a life of labour had spoiled what might have been quite the equal of Chloe's good looks.

"What do you know of Master Drusus?
He has been in Athens ever since you were bought.

I'll make Mamercus, the steward, believe you ought to be whipped." What tart answer Chloe might have had on the end of her tongue will never be known; for at this moment Mago, the other Libyan, glanced up the road, and cried:-- "Well, mistress, perhaps you will see our master very soon.

He was due this afternoon or next day from Puteoli, and what is that great cloud of dust I see off there in the distance?
Can't you make out carriages and horsemen in the midst of it, Hasdrubal ?" Certainly there was a little cavalcade coming up the highway.