Your suggestion is worth taking, Claudia.

Let us send for him, and let him know the only terms on which he can have my niece." [78] A distinguished poet and orator--a friend of Catullus.
Lentulus clapped his hands, and a serving-boy came in for orders.
"Go to the villa of Quintus Drusus," commanded the master, "and tell him that I would see him at once on business of weight." Claudia arose, and let her maids throw over her a long white _stola_,[79] with deep flounces and an elaborate embroidery of sea-nymphs and marine monsters.

Lentulus went out into the atrium and walked up and down, biting his nails, and trying to think out the arguments by which he would confute the political heresies of Drusus.
Lentulus was too good a politician not to know that the young man would be a valuable catch for the party that secured him; and the consul-elect was determined, not so much to spare breaking the heart of his niece, but to rob the enemy of a valuable adherent.

Cornelia had gone back to her book; but when she saw the boy go down the path, evidently on an errand to the villa of the Drusi, she rolled up the volume, and went into the atrium.
[79] A long tunic worn by Roman ladies.
"You have sent after Quintus, uncle ?" she asked.
"I have," was the reply; "I expect him shortly." "What is the matter ?" continued Cornelia, growing apprehensive.
"I wish to make the arrangements for your wedding," replied Lentulus, continuing his pacing to and fro.
"Oh, I am so glad!" cried Cornelia, cheerily.

"I am so pleased you wish to make everything agreeable for Quintus and for me!" "I hope so," was the rather gloomy response.
Presently Drusus was seen coming up the shaded path at a very brisk stride.