When he awoke, it was late the next day, and head and wits were both sadly the worse for the recent entertainment.

Finally a bath and a luncheon cleared his brain, and he realized his position.

He was on the brink of concocting a deliberate murder.

Drusus had never wronged him; the crime would be unprovoked; avarice would be its only justification.
Ahenobarbus had done many things which a far laxer code of ethics than that of to-day would frown upon; but, as said, he had never committed murder--at least had only had crucified those luckless slaves, who did not count.

He roused with a start, as from a dream.