His mind, which had the world for its toy and which planned the building or the treading down of empires, had turned its thought upon that little kingdom in the heart of the boy.
And he was thinking whether it should stand or fall.
"It may be impossible," said he, turning to the young man.

"Say no more to her until--until I have thought of it." And Appius observed, as he went away with his friend: "You will be a statesman, my dear Vergilius; you gave him just the right dose of religion, flattery, and silver." "I must succeed or I shall have no heart to live," said the other, soberly..