On the morning of the nineteenth day before the Kalends of
September one of the runners brought me a letter. It read:
"Vedia gives greetings to Andivius. If you are well I am well also."
But this formal opening altered at once to familiar writing.
"You are acting like a silly boy. As things are, both in my cousins'
clan and in that of my late husband, I cannot receive you at my house,
and you ought to have sense enough to realize that without being told.
Be patient and I shall arrange for an interview with you. Please avoid
me at the Baths, as I have you.
"Farewell."
This letter greatly encouraged me and I felt so elated that I really
enjoyed life for the next few days, which were filled up with a reception
of my own each morning, a round of receptions to salute magnates, my
salutation to the Emperor, a lunch always with some friends, a long nap at
home, a lingering afternoon at the Baths of Titus, and a jolly dinner at
some friend's house, for I was invited out twice each day.
On the seventh day before the Kalends of September, as I was on my way to
the Palace levee, a runner inconspicuously clad ranged himself alongside
my litter and handed me a letter.
It read:
"She whose handwriting he will recognize gives greeting to Hedulio.
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