I wrote you of his wedding.

He has just married my uncle's freedwoman Marcia.

I wrote you about it." "Pooh!" cried Tanno, "how should I remember the marriage of a freedwoman I never saw with a bumpkin I never heard of ?" "No bumpkin," cut in Lisius Naepor.

"Not any more of a bumpkin than I or any of the rest of us here.

You are too high and mighty, Opsitius.