And Uncle Catullus cried:
“Yes, tell him, tell him; after all, he must be told.”
“Are we alone, my lord?” whined Vettius. “Are there no slaves listening at the doors and is Caleb out of hearing?”
Cora opened the doors and peeped out:
“There is no one there,” she said. “I will withdraw, my lord.”
“No, stay,” commanded Lucius.
She stayed.
“Speak up,” Lucius commanded Vettius, lifting him up.
“My lord,” said Vettius, again falling at Lucius’ feet, “if I must tell you, let me do so on my knees. For I have not the strength left to tell you, my lord, if I stand face to face with your anger.”