“How much money hast thou?” asked Gyges.
“I have paid nothing for the household furniture. I still have the money,” replied the faithful Nana.
“Then give it me,” he gently commanded. Nana left the room. When she returned, Gyges had finished a short order. “Take this to the banker Tullius, at the Basilica Aemelia. That will procure for thee enough money to keep thee.”
“How long wilt thou be gone?” asked Nana, anxiously.
“I know not, my Nana,” replied Gyges.
“Whither goest thou?”
“’Tis best thou shouldst not know,” answered the young master, sadly.
He now wrote another letter for Alvarus at the stables. “Send this to the Circus Maximus,” he ordered. “Let no one know it came from here.” He arose and cried in a plaintive tone: “Ah, that I should be obliged to leave Psyche! But I may do more for her by being free. ’Tis best that I should go. Come, Aldo! Guard well this little home, my Nana. Care for it as if Psyche and I were to enter it on the morrow.”
“That will I do, O Gyges,” said Nana, weeping.
“Pray for her, O Nana! Pray for me,” he softly said.