Hekebolius.
“My old teacher,” you said. Oh that I could cast the veil of oblivion over those times!
Julian.
[As before.] I understand. You mean that——
Hekebolius.
Oh that I could sink into the earth, and hide the shame I feel! See, see,—here I lie at your feet, a man whose hair is growing grey—a man who has pored and pondered all his days, and has to confess at last that he has gone astray, and led his beloved pupil into error!
Julian.
What would you have me understand by that?
Hekebolius.
You called me your old teacher. See, here I lie in the dust before you, looking up to you with wonder, and calling you my new teacher.