That is why." The two embraced each other.

The Lady Claudia rose and came and put her hands upon them, and her voice trembled with emotion.
"They are beautiful," said she, "the kisses of the young, and their words are as the music of Apollo's lyre.

I thank the gods I have seen it all again.

But you are going away to-morrow.

Son of Varro, be not as other men.