Julian.
Ah, what do I see? Hekebolius;—is it indeed you?
Hekebolius.
The same, and yet another.
Julian.
My old teacher. What would you have? Stand up!
Hekebolius.
No, no, let me lie. And take it not ill that I presume on my former right of entrance to your presence.
Julian.
[Coldly.] I asked you what you would have?