Consequently, the projected murder had been postponed a few days also.

Agias had tried to penetrate into the secrets of Pratinas, but found that judicious intriguer had, as a rule, carefully covered his tracks.

He spent a good deal of time and money, which Cornelia gave him, trying to corrupt some of the gladiators of Dumnorix's band and get at the intentions of their master; but he was not able to find that any of these wretches, who took his gold greedily enough, really knew in the least what were the appointments and engagements of the Gallic giant.
As a matter of fact, the boy began to feel decidedly discouraged.
Pisander had nothing more to tell; and, moreover, the worthy philosopher often gave such contradictory accounts of what he had overheard in Valeria's boudoir, that Agias was at his wit's end when and where to begin.
So passed the rest of the month since Cornelia had been brought from Praeneste to Rome.
III Cornelia began to grow sick at heart.

The conviction was stealing over her that she was the victim of a cruel destiny, and it was useless to fight against fate.

She had made sacrifices for Drusus's sake that had cost her infinitely.