This intoxication is thy marriage with the soul of nature.
Julian.
Sweet riddle; tempting, alluring——! What was that? Why didst thou laugh?
Maximus.
I?
Julian.
There is whispering on my left hand! The silk cushions rustle—— [Springing half up with a pale face.] Maximus, we are not alone!
Maximus.
[Loudly.] We are five at table!
Julian.