"Aulus Fulvius!" said Aristius, as Paullus bowed to him, "as bad a specimen of a young patrician, as one might see for many days, even if he searched for rascals, as the philosopher did for an honest man, by lanthorn’s light at noon. He has been following our steps, by my head!—to pick up our stray words, and weave them into calumnies, and villainy." "I care not," answered Arvina, lightly. "He may make all he can of what he heard, we were talking no treason!" "No, truly; not even lover’s treason," said his friend. "Well, do not tarry long, Arvina." "I will not; be assured. Not the fourth part of an hour. See! there is Fabius Sanga awaiting me even now. Walk slowly, and I will overtake you, before you reach the Campus." And with the word, he turned down the Argiletum, and joined the patron of the Allobroges, at the bookseller’s door. In the meantime Aulus Fulvius, who had heard all that he desired, wheeled about, and walked back toward the Carmental gate. But, as he passed the head of the Argiletum, he cast a lurid glance of singular malignity upon Arvina, who was standing in full view, conversing with his friend; and muttered between his teeth, "The fool! the hypocrite! the pedant! well said, wise Catiline, ’that it matters not much whether one listen to his friends, so he listen well to his enemies!’ The fool—so he thinks he shall have Julia. But he never shall, by Hades! never!" A slenderly made boy, dressed in a succinct huntsman’s tunic, with _subligacula_, or drawers, reaching to within a hand’s breadth of his knee, was loitering near the corner, gazing wistfully on Arvina; and, as Aulus muttered those words half aloud, he jerked his head sharply around, and looked very keenly at the speaker. "Never shall have Julia!" he repeated to himself, "he must have spoken that concerning Arvina. I wonder who he is. I never saw him before. I must know—I must know, forthwith! For he _shall_ have her, by heaven and Him, who dwells in it! he _shall_ have her!" And, turning a lingering and languid look toward Paullus, the slight boy darted away in pursuit of Aulus. A moment afterward Arvina, his conference with Sanga ended, and ignorant of all that by-play, took the road leading to the Campus, eager to overtake his friend Aristius. CHAPTER VIII. THE LATIN VILLA. I come, O Agamemnon’s daughter fair, To this thy sylvan lair. ELECTRA. Through a soft lap in the wooded chain of Mount Algidus, a bright pellucid stream, after wheeling and fretting among the crags and ledges of the upper valleys, winds its way gently, toward the far-famed Tiber. Shut in, on every side, except the south, by the lower spurs of the mountain ridge, in which it is so snugly nestled, covered with rich groves of chesnut-trees, and sheltered on the northward by the dark pines of the loftier steeps, it were difficult to conceive a fairer site for a villa, than that sweet vale.