‘It is a prerogative of the legion to which he belongs, Tigellinus, and we poor mortals of the simple coat must put up with it. But he is a good officer, and highly prized by Sejanus, which is a sufficient guarantee for his trustworthiness. But enough of that—tell me who else is familiar with this lady’s table.’ ‘Charinus, Pomponius, Blaesus, Vitellius—these are some I know, but I never set myself to inquire particularly concerning the matter. Had I known that you would have taken so much interest I would have made it my business to have got more information.’ ‘It matters little—I seem scarce to know those you have already named. The lady, herself, no doubt, is the chief attraction—what else is there of interest about her in addition to her comeliness and her savoury suppers? Are her manners free and captivating—is she wise or witty?’ ‘H’m, in truth, Caesar,’ said Tigellinus, with a hesitating air, ‘some say one thing and some another, but I am told that she is a woman whom no one can properly fathom, so that no one can prove whether she be too free or not. I have only been in her company from Rome hither, but I would confidently say that she is a woman of ability, and with a haughty temper such as I should not care to get foul of. Of her loveliness there is no doubt.’ ‘You are a judge, my Tigellinus.’ ‘It is my profession, or part of it, so please you, illustrious,’ replied the other, with a smirk. The lips of Caesar deigned a faint smile, and he betrayed further curiosity as to the reason of Plautia’s visit. But his informant was obliged to admit his complete ignorance. ‘I should recommend you to tell me, nevertheless,’ quoth Caesar coldly and mercilessly. ‘I swear to the gods, illustrious, that I do not know,’ protested Tigellinus with vehemence and trepidation; ‘had I any knowledge I would not, nor dare I, hide it from you—I would have no cause for doing so. What cause there is for her coming is, perhaps, only known to her and to the Prefect. I have observed nothing which could give me any suspicion. But I will endeavour to get some information if Caesar thinks proper to bid me.’ ‘I will consider,’ returned Tiberius, musing; ‘it seems, however, to be easily explained, and no doubt may be left to herself and the Prefect. In what part of the island have you put her, in order that she may be undisturbed?’ ‘Noble Caesar?’ ejaculated the Suburan faintly. Tiberius frowned. ‘I say where have you left this woman?’ ‘In the house of one named Tucca, at the edge of the cliffs under the hill of the villa of Mars. It is almost hid from sight; there are no dwellings at hand, so that it seemed to me to be as serviceable for the purpose as any.’ ‘No doubt,’ observed the Emperor; ‘but had it been under the villa of Mercury it would have been more convenient for those concerned.’ There was a knock at the door, and on receiving permission to enter, the sentinel made his appearance, and announced the arrival of a courier with despatches.