And you, who have done so much for Caesar, must go also, for he loves to meet and to know all who are his friends." "To Caesar I will go," answered Drusus; and of himself he asked, "What manner of man will this prove, whom I am serving?
A selfish grasper of power?
Or will he be what I seek--a man with an ideal ?" II Night was falling on the dark masses of the huge Praetorium, the government-house and army barracks of the provincial capital of Ravenna.

Outside, sentinels were changing guard; Roman civil officials and provincials were strolling in the cool of the porticos.

Laughter, the shout of loungers at play, broke the evening silence.

But far in the interior, where there was a secluded suite of rooms, nothing but the tinkle of a water-duct emptying into a cistern broke the stillness, save as some soft-footed attendant stole in and out across the rich, thick carpet.
The room was small; the ceiling low; the frescos not elaborate, but of admirable simplicity and delicacy.

The furniture comprised merely a few divans, chairs, and tripods, but all of the choicest wood or brass, and the most excellent upholstery.