“Nay, my lord Sejanus.”
“Where wert thou?”
“With Gyges, walking upon the Via Appia.”
“Who is Gyges?”
“A charioteer—”
“Ah! I remember. He wears the green color. I know him. Is he a relative?”
“He is my lover,” she shyly responded.
“True. All dancing-girls have their lovers,” he sneered. “But didst thou return home?”
“Ay,” answered Psyche, drawing herself up with dignity.
“Whom didst thou see at home?”