Then away from all this thankless toil; away to the solitude I have sighed for so long——!
Helena.
What do you say? Solitude!
Julian.
With you, my beloved; and with my dear books, that I have so seldom been able to open here, save only on my sleepless nights.
Helena.
[Looking him down from head to foot.] Ah, that is what you mean!
Julian.
What else?
Helena.