“His respects,” sneered Drusus. “Let him be more respectful to his family; ay, more respectful to me!”
“He came to say that he would not be at dinner to-morrow night,” she ventured, with forced composure.
“Thou liest, O wicked woman!” he shrieked. “’Tis not true! He came to insult me, to tell thee that I am a brute, to try to turn thee against me!”
“Nay, my lord; he—”
“Have done with thy deceit!” he interrupted. “Has he written thee also to-day?”
“He has, my lord,” she fearlessly replied.
“What mean these meetings, O deceitful woman? What is in these letters he sends thee? Where didst thou see him?”
“In my room—”
“Alone?” he bawled. “In thy room with that villain! Thou hast the insolence to tell me that?”
“We were not alone. My servants were with me.”