When her brother-in-law entered the room, she raised her carefully tinted eyebrows, and observed with great languor:-- "So you have gotten away from Rome, at last, my Lucius ?" "For a few days," replied Lentulus, in no very affable tone; "the heat and din of the city will drive me mad! And I have had no end of troublesome business.

The senators are all fools or slaves of Caesar.
That treacherous rascal, Curio, is blocking all our efforts.

Even Pompeius is half-hearted in the cause.

It wouldn't take much to make him go back to Caesar, and then where would we be ?" "Where would we be ?" said Claudia, half conscious of what she said, turning over wearily.

"Don't talk politics, my dear brother.