He thought himself good at that time, and he wished to be good.

I know that best.

All his change came later, when he ceased to love.

Others made him what he is--yes, others--and Poppaea." Here her eyelids filled with tears.

Lygia followed her for some time with her blue eyes, and asked at last,--"Art thou sorry for him, Acte ?" "I am sorry for him!" answered the Grecian, with a low voice.