Therefore while we love we do indeed dwell in the Islands of the Blessed: and when the vision fades away, its sweet memory remains to cheer us in our life below, and teach us that where the cold intellect may not go, there is indeed some way, on through the mists of the future, which leads we know not whither; but which leads to things purer and fairer than those which in our most ambitious moments we crave." [125] Marius had made young Caesar, Flamen Dialis: priest of Jupiter.
The voice of the conqueror of Gaul and German sank with a half tremor; his eye was moist, his lips continued moving after his words had ceased to flow.

Drusus felt himself searched through and through by glance and speech.

Was the proconsul a diviner to find all that was deepest in his soul and give it an utterance which Drusus had never expressed even to himself?
The young man was thrilled, fascinated.

And Caesar, in quite another tone, recovered himself and spoke.
"Wherefore, O Drusus! be ashamed to tell how the Lady Cornelia loves you and you love her?
What if the grim old consul-elect, like the jealous elder in the comedy, will stand in your way! _Phui!_ What are the complaints, threats, and prohibitions of such as he?
At present, the wind blows from his quarter, but it will not be ever so.

Either Lentulus will be in no place to hinder you before long, or we all shall be beyond caring for his triumph or failure." "Your excellency bids me hope!" cried Drusus.
"I bid you love," replied Caesar, smiling.