The Satyricon of Petronius Arbiter/Chapter 16
CHAPTER THE SIXTEENTH. We had just disposed of the supper prepared by Giton, when there came a timid rapping at the door. We turned pale. “Who is there?’ we asked. “Open and you will find out,” came the answer. While we were speaking, the bar fell down of its own accord, the doors flew open and admitted our visitor. She was the selfsame young lady of the covered head who had but a little while before stood by the peasant’s side. “So you thought,” said she, “that you could make a fool of me, did you? I am Quartilla’s handmaid: Quartilla, whose rites you interrupted in the shrine. She has come to the inn, in person, and begs permission to speak with you. Don’t be alarmed! She neither blames your mistake nor does she demand punishment; on the contrary, she wonders what god has brought such wellbred young gentlemen into her neighborhood!”