No King But Caesar
BEAUTIFUL DIANA "My dear love, I want to show you how foolish we were to believe we could even think of our marriage as a business agreement," said Quintus.  --  The gaiety left Diana's face. "I know--I've been told--there's nothing about me to attract a man. Except my father's money, and I'll never inherit it."  --  His face was stiff with the effort to control his desire, but he managed a slight smile. "Who said that--a eunuch?"

"No, it was--" She stopped before the name was spoken. She wished she hadn't been reminded of Antony.

Later, her head pillowed on her arm, she looked at Quintus and said, "It's sweet that you should want--just me." Her thoughts clamored: You were wrong, Antony. One man desires me--not father's grain ships nor my dowry.

Quintus pulled her to him and kissed her face, then the hollow at her throat. He gazed at her black hair, dark eyes and ivory body. Her lips parted, and he could feel her heartbeat quickening. Then she was lost in his encircling arms and involuntarily she breathed the name--Antony! If Diana had thrust a dagger between Quintus' ribs, the pain would have been no worse...