Iras and the golden-haired Eunice looked at him also with sympathy; but he seemed not to see them, and he and Petronius took no notice whatever of the slave women, just as they would not have noticed dogs moving around them.
"Fever is tormenting thee," said Petronius.
"It is." "Then listen to me.

I know not what the doctor has prescribed to thee, but I know how I should act in thy place.

Till this lost one is found I should seek in another that which for the moment has gone from me with her.

I saw splendid forms at thy villa.

Do not contradict me.