Alas! I fear that happens too often.
Hekebolius.
Christ is wroth against you, my son! It is your froward spirit that angers him; it is your unloving thoughts, and all this worldly vanity——
Julian.
I know it,[it,] my Hekebolius! You so often tell me so.
Hekebolius.
Even now I lifted up my soul in prayer for your amendment. Oh, it seemed as though our otherwise so gracious Saviour repulsed my prayer,—as though he would not listen to me; he suffered my thoughts to wander upon trifling things.
Julian.
You prayed for me? Oh, loving Hekebolius, you pray even for us dumb animals—at least when we wear court dress?
Hekebolius.