That Agathemer's presumption should have spoiled the interview with Vedia which she and Nemestronia had manifestly arranged for us, that it should have exposed Vedia in her undignified disguise to recognition by the greatest ass and blatherskite in the senate, this infuriated me till I felt internally like Aetna or Vesuvius on the verge of eruption.
Vedia, for it was she, had evidently been approaching me circuitously, hoping to be noticed and hailed from afar.

Now when she was near enough for not merely a lover but for any acquaintance to recognize her, she looked up at me over her basket as she laid a flower-stalk in it.
Instantly her face flamed, she turned away and went on picking flowers diligently.

After she had moved a few steps she sprang into the path and scampered off like a child, her basket swinging, vanishing through a door in the upper wall on my left.
"Neat little piece!" Bambilio commented.

"Taking, and every part of her pretty.

Fine calves, especially." I was by this time in a condition which, had I been old and fat, must have brought on an apoplexy.