They came out upon a peristyle overlooking an ample garden wherein were vines, flowers, and fruit trees.
"You have a way of words," said she.

"It is almost possible to believe you." He stopped and for a long moment looked into her eyes.

"I love you, sweet girl," he said, softly; "I love you.

As I live, I speak the truth." "And you a man!" she exclaimed, incredulously.
"Ay, strange as it may be, a Roman." "My mother has told me," said she, looking down at her sandal, "that when a man speaks, it is well to listen but never to believe." "They are not easy to understand--these men and women," said he, thoughtfully.

"Sometimes I think they would be nobler if they were dumb as dogs.