Permit me, sire, to lay my complaint before you.
I went forth from the town this morning to visit the little temple of Venus which you have lately restored. When I came thither, the music of flutes and singing greeted my ears. Women were dancing gracefully in the outer court, and within I found the whole space filled with a rapturous crowd, while at the altar priests were offering up the sacrifices you have ordained.
Julian.
Yes, yes; and then——?
Eunapius.
Scarcely had I had time to turn my thoughts in devotion toward that enchanting goddess, whom I especially revere and worship,—when a great crowd of young men forced their way into the temple——
Julian.
Not Galileans?
Eunapius.
Yes, sire,—Galileans.