In the moonlight her face and hands appeared as bloodless as white marble.
"I knew you would come, Quintus," she cried.

"I couldn't say farewell to you, in the presence of my uncle!" "My beautiful!" cried Drusus; and he caught her in his arms.
The moments that followed were as bitter-sweet as may be conceivable.
Each knew that they had small hope of an honourable realization of their love one for another; that the moment of parting would soon come.

But for the instant they were in Elysium, caught out of mortal care and mortal sorrow, and knowing nothing but the pure delight of the other's presence.

Then, at last, their talk became less enraptured; the vision of Olympus faded little by little; the stern reality confronted them in all its seriousness.
"Cornelia," said Quintus, at length, "you are still a very young woman.

This day's heart-breakings may, perhaps, be long painful to you; but the pangs will grow faint in time.