Oh, well may I wring my hands in sorrow for your sake. Are you the same Julian who, three years ago, came out of Constantinople?
Julian.
Then I was blind, as you are now; I knew only the way that stops short at doctrine.
Gregory.
Know you where your present way ends?
Julian.
Where the path and the goal are one.—For the last time, Gregory, Basil—I implore you to stay with me. The vision I had last night,—that and many other things, point to a mysterious bond between us. To you, my Basil, I had so much to say. You are the head of your house; and who knows whether all the blessings that are promised me—may not come through you and yours——
Basil.
Never! No one with my good will shall ever be led away by your frenzies and your wild dreams.
Julian.