“Art thou still distrustful?” he asked reproachfully.
“I trust no one,” she impressively responded.
“What if the emperor should leave Rome?” he said, as he watched her closely. Agrippina did not move a muscle.
“He has daily been threatening for a year to leave the city,” she said.
“Ay; but I believe he will go shortly.”
“Well?”
“If he leaves Rome he may never return.”
“Well?”
“Friends may become friends again.”
“And what then?”