Teodora. No.
D. Julian. They deny it—they deny it! Why, it is as clear as noonday. Why, I feel it in every fibre,—by the beat of fevered pulse, by the consuming flame of inward illumination!
Ernest. It is the fever of your blood and the delirium of bodily weakness that feed the delusion. Listen to me, sir——
D. Julian. To hear how well you can lie?
Ernest. [Pointing to Teodora.] She is innocent.
D. Julian. But I do not believe you.
Ernest. Sir, by my father's memory——
D. Julian. Don't insult his name and memory.
Ernest. By my mother's last kiss——
D. Julian. That kiss has long since been wiped from your brow.