[Calpurnius laughs. He runs down the slope.]
Calpurnius: That's well. (He takes her in his arms.) You have a trick of saying "Calpurnius." I shall remember it till I die.
[Gleva draws away from him.]
Say it again.
Gleva: With all my soul in the word. It is a prayer. Calpurnius!
[Calpurnius is moved by the passion of her voice. He takes her hands in his.]
Calpurnius: Yes. I shall remember till I die. (They move towards the bank.)
Gleva: My lord is late to-night.
Calpurnius: Late! A Roman soldier of fifteen years' service late. My dear, let us talk sense. Come!
[The trumpet sounds again from the hill. Calpurnius stops.]