What Pratinas was saying it is hardly necessary to repeat.

The Greek was relating with infinite zest, and to Valeria's intense delight and amusement, the story of the two wills which placed Drusus's estate and the hand of Cornelia within reach of Lucius Ahenobarbus; of the manner in which this last young man had been induced to take steps to make way with an unfortunate rival.
Finally, in a low, half-audible tone, he told of the provisional arrangements with Dumnorix, and how very soon the plan was to be put in execution.
"And you must be sure and tell me," cried Valeria, clapping her hands when Pratinas concluded, "what the details of the affair all are, and when and how you succeed.

Poor Quintus Drusus! I am really sorry for him.

But when one doesn't make use of what Fortune has given him, there is nothing else to do!" "Yes," said Pratinas, sententiously.

"He who fails to realize what is for him the highest good, forfeits, thereby, the right to life itself." Pisander slipped away from the keyhole, with a white face, and panting for breath.