His air of deep abstraction vanished; and he extended a hand to each of the friends.
"How are you after your last night's exploit ?" "As well as possible," said Caesar, laughing.
"In truth we should rather ask how Quintus Lutatius is." "He, I understand, is as well as can be expected of a man with a faithless spouse and a broken head.

His freed-man is most seriously hurt.

Poor fellow! he shall have half of whatever I win to-night.
Flaminius, you shall have your revenge at Catiline's." "You are very kind.

I do not intend to be at Catiline's till I wish to part with my town-house.

My villa is gone already." "Not at Catiline's, base spirit! You are not of his mind, my gallant Ligarius.