Correspondence To Atticus

“You keep on raising our hopes of seeing you: and just the other day, when we thought you were nearly here, we find ourselves suddenly put off till July. Now I really do think you ought to keep your promise and come if you possibly can manage it. You will be in time for my brother Quintus' election: you will see me after all this long while; and you will settle the bother with Acutilius...”