Go, go! [To the Slave.] Away with you.
[Eutherius and Myrrha go out by the back.
Helena.
[Sinking into the arm-chair.] Then all is over with us?
Julian.
[Drawing the curtains together.] Who knows? If we are cautious, the storm may yet——
Helena.
After such a defeat——?
Julian.
Defeat? What are you talking of, my beloved?