Julian.
It was the same face which I saw in the light that night at Ephesus, many years ago,—that night when we held symposium with the two others.
Maximus.
The spirit of the empire.
Julian.
Since then it has appeared to me once in Gaul,—on an occasion I would fain forget.
Maximus.
Did it speak?
Julian.
No. It seemed as though it wished to speak; but it did not. It stood motionless, looking at me. Its face was pale and distorted. Suddenly, with both arms, it drew the drapery together over its head, hid its face, and went straight out through the tent-wall.