“Thou art better?” he asked.
“My body is better; my mind worse.”
“Thy body should then control thy mind,” said Sejanus.
“Would that my mind controlled my body! Then would my body die.”
“But thou hast suffered pain. Convalescence is a new birth, and thou wilt find life happier when thou art stronger. A trip to Velletri or Baiae would benefit thee. Wilt thou not go to Baiae?”
“A prisoner doth not choose his cell.”
“What dost thou mean, O Agrippina?”
“The mind tied to this body is freer than Agrippina is in her own home, watched by such a vigilant jailer.”
“I do not understand thee,” said Sejanus, who comprehended her meaning only too well.
“Have words lost their meaning since I have been ill, O Sejanus?”