It seemed to her that it would be a hundred times safer to try to act on Vinicius.

After a while she inquired of Lygia how long she had known him, and whether she did not think that he would let himself be persuaded to return her to Pomponia.
But Lygia shook her dark head in sadness.

"No.

In Aulus's house, Vinicius had been different, he had been very kind, but since yesterday's feast she feared him, and would rather flee to the Lygians." "But in Aulus's house," inquired Acte, "he was dear to thee, was he not ?" "He was," answered Lygia, inclining her head.
"And thou wert not a slave, as I was," said Acte, after a moment's thought.

"Vinicius might marry thee.