Despite Anacrites, I was starting to feel more cheerful as I prepared for my trip to Neapolis. I had tracked down one ex-conspirator without too much difficulty. This second one appeared no worse. Finding men, like chasing women, was my way of life. I had learned to approach both in a relaxed mood.
If I had known about the other man I would be hunting in Campania, my mood might have been different.
And if I had known about the woman I would find there, I might not have gone at all.