"Well?"
"You know yourself what he is when he has seen lead signs in the sky."
"Bad signs," said Verus gravely.
"And yet he sends flowers?"
"Not he, can you not guess?"
"Antinous?"
Mastor nodded assent.
"Only think," laughed Verus. "Then he too is beginning to think it better worth while to admire than to be admired. And who is the fair one who has succeeded in waking up his slumbering heart?"
"Nay—I promised him not to chatter."
"And I promise you the same. My powers of reserve are far greater than my curiosity even."