‘Excuse me if this is painful, but did it have any bearing on why your parents divorced all those years ago?’

‘None at all. My mother would not have stood for it, but that is irrelevant, Flavia Albia. It happened later.’

I nodded. I could see the situation. Aviola liked things easy. Set up a routine, so he did not have to think about it: answered his correspondence, ate his supper, had intercourse with his usual slave. All matter-of-fact, because he was the master and he owned the slave to provide whatever he needed: offer a napkin, hand him ripe fruit, lie down on her back – or her front, or stand up, or kneel for him. He did not even bother to go out and buy someone beautiful or skilled in exotic practices. He used the house girl.

It was more than possible his father had used Myla’s mother the same way.

So, when he wanted relief, Valerius Aviola called Myla in, screwed her, then dismissed her. He wouldn’t have made conversation. He would dislike her offering endearments. If she was moody because of her period, he could give her a slap if he wanted. When she was too pregnant, he could go out and have himself professionally serviced, then he could openly complain about the cost.

It makes you wonder why anybody gets married. The man never had to remember her birthday or listen to her endlessly dissecting what some inane friend of hers said yesterday.

To spare Simplicia, I myself established basic facts: Aviola and Galla were divorced for many years. After they split, he started to sleep with Myla. It was a regular occurrence and she bore him children. He did not formally acknowledge the children. They were sold elsewhere while young. Myla had said she had borne ‘several’ and they were now ‘gone’. Then one day Aviola chose to remarry. It had no implications for him, but was bound to affect her. Superfluous, she lost her special position. She was supposed to return to being a bowl-bringer and pot-watcher.

I decided not to offend Simplicia by trying to probe what kind of person her father was. Hardly the worst sexual predator. People he knew spoke of Mucia and him as a likeable couple. He must have possessed some charm. Mucia wanted the full joys of marriage with him.

I reckoned that his ex-wife and children knew what went on but were able to ignore it. Whenever the children saw him, he may have been discreet. But it was his right. They too had to put up with it. From his point of view it was perfectly acceptable, much better than, say, adultery with someone they knew socially. Sex with a slave did not count.

For Myla it did count but who cared about that?