Taking, however, his refusal as a temporary dislike for all women save Lygia, and not wishing his own magnanimity to go for naught, he said, turning to the slave,--"Eunice, thou wilt bathe and anoint thyself, then dress: after that thou wilt go to the house of Vinicius." But she dropped before him on her knees, and with joined palms implored him not to remove her from the house.

She would not go to Vinicius, she said.

She would rather carry fuel to the hypocaustum in his house than be chief servant in that of Vinicius.

She would not, she could not go; and she begged him to have pity on her.

Let him give command to flog her daily, only not send her away.
And trembling like a leaf with fear and excitement, she stretched her hands to him, while he listened with amazement.