It was a filmy, transparent thing--this garment--through which one could see the white of arm and breast and the purple fillets on her legs.
"She is indeed beautiful in the yellow tunic.

I should think that scarlet rug had caught fire and wrapped her in its flame," said the poet Ovid.
"Nay, her heart is afire, and its light hath the color of roses," said an old philosopher who sat by.

"Can you not see it shining through her cheeks ?" "Young sirs," said the Lady Lucia, with a happy smile, as she raised her daughter's hand, "now for your offers." It was a merry challenge, and shows how lightly they treated a sacred theme those days.
First rose the grave senator, Aulus Valerius Maro by name.
"Madame," said he, stepping forward and bowing low, "I offer my heart and my fortune, and the strength of my arms and the fleetness of my feet and the fair renown of my fathers." The Lady Lucia turned to her daughter with a look of inquiry.
"Brave words are not enough," said the fair Roman maiden, smiling, as her eyes fell.
Then came the effeminate Gracus, in head-dress and neckerchief, frilled robe and lady's sandals.

He was of great sires who had borne the Roman eagles into Gaul.
"Good lady," said he, "I would give my life." "And had I more provocation," said Arria, raising a jewelled bodkin, "I would take it." Now the splendid Antipater, son of Herod the Great, was up and speaking.

"I offer," said he, "my heart and wealth and half my hopes, and the jewels of my mother, and a palace in the beautiful city of Jerusalem." "And a pretty funeral," the girl remarked, thoughtfully.