“But Linus?”
“Linus is dying; therefore they did not seize him.”
“What is thy intention?”
“To save her or die with her. I too believe in Christ.”
Vinicius spoke with apparent calmness; but there was such despair in his voice that the heart of Petronius quivered from pure pity.
“I understand thee,” said he; “but how dost thou think to save her?”
“I paid the guards highly, first to shield her from indignity, and second not to hinder her flight.”
“When can that happen?”
“They answered that they could not give her to me at once, as they feared responsibility. When the prison will be filled with a multitude of people, and when the tally of prisoners is confused, they will deliver her. But that is a desperate thing! Do thou save her, and me first! Thou art a friend of Cæsar. He himself gave her to me. Go to him and save me!”
Petronius, instead of answering, called a slave, and, commanding him to bring two dark mantles and two swords, turned to Vinicius,