“I should not have loved Zeus more.”
Then she pressed her lips to his, while quivering in his arms from happiness. After a while Petronius asked,—
“But if we should have to separate?”
Eunice looked at him with fear in her eyes.
“How is that, lord?”
“Fear not; I ask, for who knows but I may have to set out on a long journey?”
“Take me with thee-”
Petronius changed the conversation quickly, and said,—
“Tell me, are there asphodels on the grass plot in the garden?”
“The cypresses and the grass plots are yellow from the fire, the leaves have fallen from the myrtles, and the whole garden seems dead.”