Please, please!
LUCIA
Again, no, Cæsar.
HELIOGABALUS
[With a weary sigh, crawling into the big bed] Lucia, I can't understand you or this Christianity either. What's the idea of trying to make people miserable by forbidding them to do what they want to, and then, when they're unhappy about it, telling them they're awfully happy but don't know it?
[LUCIA rolls over and does not reply. HELIOGABALUS sighs]
HELIOGABALUS
Anyway, I don't seem to get used to this going to bed sober. [He props himself up in bed, and rambles on without paying much heed to LUCIA] Now, you were saying that love is of the soul. But see what a conclusion it brings you to: then even old Paula must have a soul, for old Paula used to love me.
LUCIA