help remembering the horror of Bucco's death, but she must recall her baby days with him before he developed his ugly traits. It must tear her heart to see that panther. I am sure nothing would please her as much as getting finally rid of the beast."
"By your own account," said Proculus, "you are no nearer winning Fonteia than you were five years ago."
"No nearer and not any more hopeful," said Balbinus. "But just as determined."
"Doesn't the turquoise brooch make you any more hopeful?" asked Proculus.
"I don't see what that has to do with it," said Balbinus.
"That's just it," said Proculus. "You don't see."
"One thing I do see," said Balbinus. "She doesn't seem to care for anyone else. She has any number of suitors, but never treats anyone any better than she treats me; or any worse, for that matter."
"I believe you are more hopeful after all," said Proculus.
"Not a bit," said Balbinus. "Whenever I talk marriage to her she says Helvacius was a man who did something and she'll stay a widow for life before she'll marry a do-nothing. She says if I'd only do something she'd think about it."
