And what then?
The Philosopher.
[In a lower voice.] Would you be foolhardy enough to praise the Emperor’s successor?
Julian.
[Deeply shaken.] Ah!
The Philosopher.
[Hastily.] If you betray me, I shall deny all!
Julian.
I betray no man; never fear, never fear!—The Emperor’s successor, you say? I cannot tell whom you mean; the Emperor has chosen no successor.—But why this jesting? Why did you speak of Libanius’s peer?
The Philosopher.