[Bowing herself down over his hands.] My lord before God and men!—Draw not back this time, Julian! My hero, my Emperor! I see heaven open. Priests shall sing praises to Christ; my women shall assemble in prayer. [With upraised arms.] Oh, thou blessed One! Oh, thou God of Hosts,—thou, in whose hand lie grace and victory——
Julian.
[With a look towards the door, exclaims:] Helena!
Helena.
Ah!
The Chamberlain Eutherius.
[From the back.] My lord, the Emperor’s emissary——
Julian.
Is he come?
Eutherius.