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Among these, feeblest amid the most feeble, were Numerian and Antonina, hemmed in by the surrounding crowd, and shut out either from flight from the city or a return to home.
Not the slightest appearance of thought or observation was perceptible in his features: his face was the face of an idiot. Numerian, who had looked on him for an instant, shuddered and averted his eyes, recoiling from the sight before him. But a more overpowering trial of his resolution was approaching, which he could not avoid.
His reign, and that of his brother Numerian, was however short, and a still greater man than any who had mounted the throne of the Caesars since Augustus, took the helm at the most critical period of Roman history, A.D. 285.
You will be calm and consoled, even by the side of my grave; for you will think, not of the body that is beneath, but of the spirit that is waiting for you, as I have often waited for you here when you were away, and I knew that the approach of the evening would bring you home again! 'Hush! you will live! you will live! repeated Numerian in the same low, vacant tones.
"If you should see the splendid turnips I raise in my garden, you surely would not summon me to Rome. An old man like me interests himself only in his apricot slips." At this moment a messenger from the Capitol whispered to Pompeius: "Carinus has laid aside the purple in favor of his brother Numerian." Mesembrius sometimes heard so well that he caught the faintest murmur.
She knelt down by Numerian, and gently smoothed the hair over his brow; then she drew the curtain across the window, for she feared even that the breeze blowing through it might arouse him.
At length, after an interval, he recovered self-possession enough to address to Numerian some further expressions of consolation and hope; but he spoke to ears that listened not. The father had relapsed into his mournful abstraction; and when the senator paused, he merely muttered to himself 'She is lost! Alas, she is lost for ever! 'No, she is not lost for ever, cried Vetranio, warmly.
The glorious battles which Rome fought against half the world Numerian will continue. We will all share them. A new and radiant epoch is dawning. I will swing myself upon my charger and be where every man of honour must appear. I am not yet too old to die in battle!"
Each felt that a new bond of mutual affection had been created between them by what each had spoken; but both now remained silent. During this interval the thoughts of Numerian wandered from the reflections which had hitherto occupied him.
Not duped by the woman's sudden disappearance into the belief that she had departed from the street persisting in his resolution to lead his daughter to a place of repose, where she might most immediately feel herself secure, and might therefore most readily recover her self-possession, Numerian drew Antonina with him into the temple.
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