And so presently Drusus found himself resting on his elbow on the same couch with Caesar, while Curio occupied the other end.

For a time the latter held by far the larger part of the conversation in his hands.

There were a myriad tales to tell of politics at the capital, a myriad warnings to give.

Caesar listened to them all; and only rarely interrupted, and then with words so terse and penetrating that Drusus marvelled.

The proconsul seemed to know the innermost life history and life motives of everything and everybody.