How had he tried to win Lygia?
Instead of bowing before Aulus and Pomponia to get her, he took the child away from her parents by stratagem.

He wanted to make, not a wife, but a concubine of her, the foster daughter of an honorable house, and the daughter of a king.
He had her brought to this abode of crime and infamy; he defiled her innocent eyes with the sight of a shameful feast; he acted with her as with a wanton.

Had he forgotten the house of Aulus and Pomponia Graecina, who had reared Lygia?
Had he not sense enough to understand that there are women different from Nigidia or Calvia Crispinilla or Poppaea, and from all those whom he meets in Caesar's house?
Did he not understand at once on seeing Lygia that she is an honest maiden, who prefers death to infamy?
Whence does he know what kind of gods she worships, and whether they are not purer and better than the wanton Venus, or than Isis, worshipped by the profligate women of Rome?
No! Lygia had made no confession to her, but she had said that she looked for rescue to him, to Vinicius: she had hoped that he would obtain for her permission from Caesar to return home, that he would restore her to Pomponia.

And while speaking of this, Lygia blushed like a maiden who loves and trusts.
Lygia's heart beat for him; but he, Vinicius, had terrified and offended her; had made her indignant; let him seek her now with the aid of Caesar's soldiers, but let him know that should Poppaea's child die, suspicion will fall on Lygia, whose destruction will then be inevitable.
Emotion began to force its way through the anger and pain of Vinicius.
The information that he was loved by Lygia shook him to the depth of his soul.

He remembered her in Aulus's garden, when she was listening to his words with blushes on her face and her eyes full of light.