And now if you can let me leave you, I will hurry to Praeneste, and for the present our minds may be at rest.

For old Mamercus will, I am sure, be able to take good care of Master Drusus for yet awhile." "Go, and the gods--if there be gods--go with you!" replied Cornelia.
Agias kissed her robe a second time, and was gone.

His mistress stood in the middle of the empty room.

On the wall facing her was a painting of "Aphrodite rising from the Foam," which Drusus had given her.

The sensuous smiles on the face of the goddess sickened Cornelia, as she looked upon it.