Letters of Pliny the Younger | Page 5

interfere
in the affair of Crassus' or Camerinus'? " Victims, you know, to
Regulus, in Nero's time. For these reasons he imagined I was highly
exasperated, and so at the recitation of his last piece, I got no invitation.
Besides, he had not forgotten, it seems, with what deadly purpose he
had once attacked me in the Court of the Hundred. Rusticus had desired
me to act as counsel for Arionilla, Titnon's wife: Regulus was engaged
against me. In one part of the case I was strongly insisting upon a
particular judgment given by Metius Modestus, an excellent man, at
that time in banishment by Domitian's order. Now then for Regulus.
"Pray," says he, "what is your opinion of Modestus?" You see what a
risk I should have run had I answered that I had a high opinion of him,
how I should have disgraced myself on the other hand if I had replied
that I had a bad opinion of him. But some guardian power, I am
persuaded, must have stood by me to assist me in this emergency. "I
will tell you my opinion," I said, "if that is a matter to be brought
before the court." "I ask you," he repeated, "what is your opinion of
Modestus?" I replied that it was customary to examine witnesses to the
character of an accused man, not to the character of one on whom
sentence had already been passed. He pressed me a third time. "I do not
now enquire, said he, "your opinion of Modestus in general, I only ask
your opinion of his loyalty." "Since you will have my opinion then," I
rejoined, "I think it illegal even to ask a question concerning a person
who stands convicted." He sat down at this, completely silenced; and I
received applause and congratulation on all sides, that without injuring
my reputation by an advantageous, perhaps, though ungenerous answer,
I had not entangled myself in the toils of so insidious a catch-question.
Thoroughly frightened upon this then, he first seizes upon Caecilius
Celer, next he goes and begs of Fabius Justus, that they would use their

joint interest to bring about a reconciliation between us. And lest this
should not be sufficient, he sets off to Spurinnz as well; to whom he
came in the humblest way (for he is the most abject creature alive,
where he has anything to be afraid of) and says to him, "Do, I entreat of
you, call on Pliny to-morrow morning, certainly in the morning, no
later (for I cannot endure this anxiety of mind longer), and endeavour
by any means in your power to soften his resentment." I was already up,
the next day, when a message arrived from Spurinna, "I am coming to
call on you." I sent word back, "Nay, I will wait upon you;" however,
both of us setting out to pay this visit, we met under Livia's portico. He
acquainted me with the commission he had received from Regulus, and
interceded for him as became so worthy a man in behalf of one so
totally dissimilar, without greatly pressing the thing. "I will leave it to
you," was my reply, "to consider what answer to return Regulus; you
ought not to be deceived by me. I am waiting for Mauricus'7 return"
(for he had not yet come back out of exile), "so that I cannot give you
any definite answer either way, as I mean to be guided entirely by his
decision, for he ought to be my leader here, and I simply to do as he
says." Well, a few days after this, Regulus met me as I was at the
praetor's; he kept close to me there and begged a word in private, when
he said he was afraid I deeply resented an expression he had once made
use of in his reply to Satrius and myself, before the Court of the
Hundred, to this effect, "Satrius Rufus, who does not endeavour to rival
Cicero, and who is content with the eloquence of our own day." I
answered, now I perceived indeed, upon his own confession, that he
had meant it ill-naturedly; otherwise it might have passed for a
compliment. "For I am free to own," I said, "that I do endeavour to
rival Cicero, and am not content with the eloquence of our own day.
For I consider it the very height of folly not to copy the best models of
every kind. But, how happens it that you, who have so good a
recollection of what passed upon this occasion, should have forgotten
that other, when you asked me my opinion of the loyalty of Modestus?"
Pale as he always is, he turned simply pallid at this, and stammered out,
"I did not intend to hurt you