Helena.
How boldly your close-curling hair curves over your neck! Oh that short, thick neck——
Julian.
Abyss of all abysses——!
Oribases.
The delirium is increasing——
Julian.
I see, I see. We must take note, Oribases!
Helena.
[Laughing softly.] Now he would be taking notes again.—Ink on his fingers; book-dust in his hair—unwashed; faugh, faugh, how he stinks.