"But she is beautiful," he added, wistfully.

"She is like the Venus of Alcamenes.

I would love well to look upon her again." He smoothed out the crumpled vellum.
"'Say naught to Manius,'" he read again.

"I like it not.

I shall write to her that I have other business." And so did he, although in phrases of regret, as became one addressing a daughter of the great king.
Sorely vexed, she thought ever of the noble beauty of the Roman youth, and became more eager to gain her purpose.