“That will I. It is easy to rend apart——”
“Any fool can break, not all can bind.”
“Domitia, be advised and do not incense me.”
“I care not for myself. I have but one wish. Let me go. Take, if you will, what is my property, take that of Lamia, but let us retire together to some little farm and be quiet there, drive us, if you will, out of Italy—but do not separate us.”
“You talk at random. Follow me.”
He led the way, stood in the entrance, holding back the curtain, and Duilia drew her daughter from her seat.
“Come,—Lamia awaits you,” said Domitian.
Then the girl started to her feet.
“He is here! You will be generous,—like a prince!”
“Come with me.”