"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?"
"I will see to that."
"You will? I may trust you; and never betray to Antinous what you compelled me to do?"
"Positively not."
"There—there are the flowers, but I cannot take the gold."