noon
And they moved down in company toward the river . Fie , fie , upon her ; There 's a language in her eye , her cheek , her lip ; Nay , her foot speaks , her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body . TROILUS AND CRESSIDA . About three hours later than the scene in the Campus Martius , which had occurred a little after noon , Catiline was standing richly dressed in a bright saffron -LRB- 13 -RRB- robe , something longer than the ordinary tunic , flowered with sprigs of purple , in the inmost chamber of the woman 's apartments , in his own heavily mortgaged mansion . His wife , Aurelia Orestilla , sat beside him on a low stool , a woman of the most superb and queenly beauty -- for whom it was believed that he had plunged himself into the deepest guilt -- and still , although past the prime of Italian womanhood , possessing charms that might well account for the most insane passion . A slave was listening with watchful and half terrified attention to the injunctions of his lord -- for Catiline was an unscrupulous and severe master -- and , as he ceased speaking , he made a deep genuflexion and retired . No sooner had he gone than Catiline turned quickly to the lady , whose lovely face wore some marks of displeasure , and said rather shortly , `` You have not gone to her , my Aurelia .