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Brinnaria declared that her appetite was as good as on the day when she had returned home from her exile to Aunt Septima's villa. After two public advertisements of the Emperor's favor and esteem she was entirely free from any sort of worry. Her enemies were few, merely Calvaster and his parasites, and they were thoroughly cowed and curbed their tongues.
I was off, trailing those five steers, for three days and two nights. By sunset of the third day I had them back at the villa. After that I was called on to hunt down and round up all stampeded cattle and all strays, whether cattle, horses, goats, sheep or swine. I enjoyed my lone outings and between them basked contentedly in the comfort of my cottage and the amenity of Septima's cheeriness.
She never once mentioned Stanwick's name, or Septima's, but called incessantly for Rex and poor old Uncle John. "Who in the world do you suppose Rex is?" said Matilda, thoughtfully. "That name is continually on her lips the last word she utters when she closes her eyes, the first word to cross her lips when she awakes. That must certainly be the handsome young fellow she met at the gate.
It seemed long years back since she had romped with him, a happy, merry child, over the cotton fields, and he had called her his sunbeam during all those years when no one lived at Whitestone Hall and the wild ivy climbed riotously over the windows and doors. Even Septima's voice would have sounded so sweet to her. She would have lived over again those happy, childish days, if she only could.
"That is well," growled Brinnarius, "and I'll send my girl to her aunt Septima's." Brinnaria sprang up. "Aunt Septima's?" she cried. "Spinach and mallows and a tiny roast lark for dinner every day. I'll starve to death And prim! I'd almost as lief be a Vestal!" To her luxurious but austerely managed villa, Aunt Septima welcomed Brinnaria with heartfelt, if repressed affection.
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