Her uncle had sent her away--guarded by trusty freedmen--to the villa of the Lentuli at Baiae.

The fashionable circles of the great city had made of her name a three days' scandal, of which the echo all too often came to Drusus's outraged ears.

His only comfort was that Ahenobarbus had become the butt and laughing-stock of every one who knew of his repulse by his last inamorata.

Then at last Drusus left Praeneste for Rome.
Ahenobarbus and Pratinas were as well checked as it was possible they could be, and there was no real ground to dread assassination while in the city, if moderate precautions were taken.

Then too the time was coming when the young man felt that he could accomplish something definite for the party for which he had already sacrificed so much.
The events clustering around Dumnorix's unsuccessful attack had made Drusus a sort of hero in the eyes of the Praenesteans.