"Is there any fear of arrest?"
Neaera brewed up a tear and cast an appealing glance at him. She was one of those fortunate and dangerous women who could summon a tear to her eye without at the same time bringing blood to her nose and eyelids.
"You must step into my apartment until we can take precautions," he said.
"I'm afraid I'll compromise you."
"Compromise me!" exclaimed Masters, "never in the world! And as for you, I'll send for your mother."
"Will you, indeed?" said Neaera, edging a little closer to him; but she did not mean that he should do this.
They were at his door then; and touching her lightly on the elbow he guided her past the porter's lodge, up the staircase and into his rooms.
Masters bade her sit down and tell him how matters stood. Neaera took care that her version of the story should, by keeping herself in the shade, throw the whole responsibility on Chairo and Balbus. Masters, however, plied her with questions which she parried with skill. At last Masters exclaimed:
"But you are blameless in the matter; they cannot mean to arrest you; and if they do, you will be immediately released."