When he entered the groves of the Lentulan villa, almost all light failed him, and but for his intimate knowledge--from boyhood--of the whole locality, he could never have kept the path.

Then the moonlight began to stream up in the east, and between the trees and thickets lay the long, yellow bars of brightness, while all else was still in gloom.
Drusus pushed on with confidence, and soon the gurgle of the tiny cataract told him that he was near the old cypress.

A few steps more, and a figure rose from out the fern thicket.

It was Cornelia.

Her hair was tumbling loosely over her shoulders; she wore a soft, light-blue dress that covered her arms and her feet.