Go away until you can talk calmly." "Quintus Livius," shouted Lentulus, dropping the "Drusus," a part of the name which was omitted in formal address, "you can choose here and now.

Forswear your Caesarian connections, or consider my niece's betrothal at an end!" Drusus stood looking in blank dismay from one to the other of the little company.

Claudia had started to speak, but closed, her lips without uttering a word.

Lentulus faced him, hot, flushed, and with a cynical smile of delight, at the infliction of mental torture, playing over his face.

Cornelia had dropped down upon a chair, buried her pretty face in her hands, and was sobbing as if her heart would break.
It was a moment Drusus would not soon forget.