I recommend a grammarian." The old emperor turned his cunning eyes upon the face of Vergilius.
"Forty thousand, at least, for a good one," he added; "but a youth of your talent should remember the value of immortal fame." Word and look were a hint to the young man that he should prepare himself with all diligence for an active career in the senate.

The youth understood their meaning and was a trifle comforted.

There was no promise nor the least warrant for a claim--it was only the emperor's way of guiding.
They were now passing a row of shops on the Via Claudia.

The emperor, putting his hand out of the door, motioned to his lecticarii and they halted.
"Come with me," said the great man.

They left the litter and entered a large shop.