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We may surmise that the death of Caesar, whose deeds seem to have brought the idea of such a poem to Vergil's mind, caused him to lay the work aside. Returning to the fourteenth Catalepton, we find what seems to be a definite key to the date and circumstances of its writing. The closing lines are: Adsis, o Cytherea: tuos te Caesar Olympo Et Surrentini litoris ara vocat.
But she directly checked her weakness by sympathizing reflections on the hidden troubles which must have thronged the past years of the solitary lady, to keep her, though so rich and courted, in a mood so repellent and gloomy as that in which Cytherea found her; and then the young girl marvelled again and again, as she had marvelled before, at the strange confluence of circumstances which had brought herself into contact with the one woman in the world whose history was so romantically intertwined with her own.
'Yes, until the porter's story of her irritation and doubt as to her course made it natural. 'What settled the matter at the inquest, said Cytherea, 'was Mr. Manston's evidence that the watch was his wife's. 'He was sure of that, wasn't he? 'I believe he said he was certain of it.
'Why did you leave me to return to her? Why did you write me that cruel, cruel letter that nearly killed me! 'Cytherea! Why, you had grown to love like Mr. Manston, and how could you be anything to me or care for me? Surely I acted naturally? 'O no never! I loved you only you not him always you! till lately.... I try to love him now. 'But that can't be correct!
Manston found himself alone a few minutes later. He buried his face in his hands, and murmured, 'O my lost one! O my Cytherea! That it should come to this is hard for me! 'Tis now all darkness "a land of darkness as darkness itself; and of the shadow of death without any order, and where the light is as darkness."
The only occasion on which her lover of the idle delicious days at Budmouth watering-place had been seen by Cytherea after the time of the decisive correspondence, was once in church, when he sat in front of her, and beside Miss Hinton. The rencounter was quite an accident.
When Cytherea had closed the door upon her, she remained for some time in her motionless attitude, listening to the gradually dying sound of the maiden's retreating footsteps.
She sent Cytherea back to the hotel in a cab, then turned round by Piccadilly into Bond Street, and proceeded to the rooms of the Institute. The secretary was sitting in the lobby.
"We made her out of our longing and discontent, an idol of silk and gilt and perverse fingers, and put her above the other, above everything. She rewarded us, oh, yes with promises of her loveliness. Why shouldn't she be lovely eternally in the dreams of men? "Then, finally, Savina and Cytherea were merged again.
On Sundays, in her pew, when by chance she turned her head, Cytherea found his eyes waiting desirously for a glimpse of hers, and, at first more strangely, the eyes of Miss Aldclyffe furtively resting on him. On coming out of church he frequently walked beside Cytherea till she reached the gate at which residents in the House turned into the shrubbery. By degrees a conjecture grew to a certainty.
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