You have more schemes than I, now that Agias is not here to devise for me.

You must make up any stories that are necessary to save us from interruption, and see that no one discovers anything or grows suspicious.

My hands are tied.

I cannot see to plan.

I will go to the library, and leave everything to you." And with this stoical resolve to bear with equanimity whatever the Fates flung in her way for good or ill, Cornelia tried to bury herself in her Lucretius.