Sudden weeping seized the maiden, and, taking shelter on the arm of the giant, she repeated, with sobbing,--"Let us go home, Ursus! home, to the house of Aulus." "Let us go!" answered Ursus.
They found themselves now in the small atrium of Acte's apartments.
Ursus placed Lygia on a marble bench at a distance from the fountain.
Acte strove to pacify her; she urged her to sleep, and declared that for the moment there was no danger,--after the feast the drunken guests would sleep till evening.

For a long time Lygia could not calm herself, and, pressing her temples with both hands, she repeated like a child,--"Let us go home, to the house of Aulus!" Ursus was ready.

At the gates stood pretorians, it is true, but he would pass them.

The soldiers would not stop out-going people.

The space before the arch was crowded with litters.