"Down by the sea. I do not know the house, but the donkey driver—"
"Is it far from here?"
"About half an hour yet," said the lad.
"A good way then," replied Verus. "And Hadrian is particularly anxious to remain unknown."
"Certainly."
"And you his body-servant, who are known to numbers of others here from Rome, like myself, you propose to ride half a mile through the streets where every creature that can stand or walk is swarming, with a large nosegay in your hand which attracts every body's attention. Oh Mastor that is not wise!"
The slave started, and seeing at once that Verus was right, he asked in alarm:
"What then can I do?"
Get off your donkey," said the praetor. "Disguise yourself and make merry to your heart's content with these gold pieces."
"And the flowers?"