“Was it soon over?” whispered Sejanus.
“Ay; ’twas a tame death. He called for water, became unconscious, fell upon the floor, and died,” answered the eunuch in a low tone.
“Were the guests frightened?”
“Verily; they waited not the emperor’s departure.”
“But I must hasten! Await me at the palace entrance,” ordered Sejanus, as he went towards Livilla’s room.
Livilla was anxiously awaiting his arrival. Scarcely had the curtain covered the door when she threw herself into his arms. Clasped in the embrace of her infamous lover, she received strength and assurance.
“’Tis over,” she said in a whisper.
“Ay, my heart’s love; now thou art free!”
“Softly, O Sejanus, my mother is near,” said Livilla, drawing away.
“Did the emperor tremble?” he asked.