Julian.
[With a long look at him.] Ah, Jovian!——
Tell me,—last evening, when I was taking the omens for the coming night, you brought me a message just as I was laving the blood from my hands in the water of purification——
Jovian.
Yes, my Emperor!
Julian.
In my haste, I chanced to sprinkle a few drops of the water on your cloak. You shrank sharply backward and shook the water off, as if your cloak had been defiled.
Jovian.
My Emperor,—so that did not escape you?
Julian.