JULIAN
And yet, Felix, however powerless this truth may seem to you—there is one thing you can take hold of in this moment of doubt: it was as my son your mother gave birth to you....
FELIX
At a time when you had run away from her.
JULIAN
And as my son she brought you up.
FELIX
In hatred of you.
JULIAN
At first. Later in forgiveness, and finally—don't forget it—in friendship toward me.... And what was in her mind that last night?—Of what did she talk to you?—Of those days when she experienced the greatest happiness that can fall to the share of any woman.