1What abundance there is in your houses at Ocriculum, at Narnia, at Carsulae, at Perusia, and at Narnia even a bath! 1I know it from my letters, for there is no longer any need of yours: that one short old letter is enough. 2Upon my word, what is mine is not so much mine as what is yours; 2they differ, however, in this, that your servants receive me more attentively and more carefully than my own. 2The same will perhaps happen to you, if ever you turn aside to stay at mine. 3I should like you to do so, first so that you may enjoy my things just as I enjoy yours, and secondly so that my own people may at last wake up, who await me without concern and almost carelessly.
4For with servants, fear of gentle masters wears off through mere habit; 4they are roused by novelty, and strive to win their masters' approval through others rather than through the masters themselves. 4Farewell.