Here he thought a while; then, waving his hand, he said,—
"Other times may come."
"May Christ have mercy on her," said Vinicius. "Thou art speaking of Sicily, while she is sick and may die."
"Let us keep her nearer Rome at first. The air alone will restore her, if only we snatch her from the dungeon. Hast thou no manager in the mountains whom thou canst trust?"
"I have," replied Vinicius, hurriedly. "Near Corioli is a reliable man who carried me in his arms when I was a child, and who loves me yet."