“And who is Glauce?”
“What—did I never tell you about Glauce—out there, on the hills by Baiae? I must have forgotten in the midst of all my trouble. Glauce is to be married to our Eurymachus....”
“Ah! the heroic sufferer, that Stephanus had flogged?”
“The very same, my lord! And you promised me to remember....”
“True, true—come to me in the course of the afternoon....”
“Ah! my lord, but that will be too late. Eurymachus is in danger of his life....”
“What, again!”
“Oh! be merciful, most noble Quintus! Give us only five minutes audience! You alone can save him.”
“Come in, then!”
He led the way through the atrium into his private room.