None of which things can I bring to pass! Nor do I call them miracles!
[Nerva laughs, sneering.]
Pertinax.
How, sir, do you define a miracle?
Quartilla.
Instruct them, Valentinus! Give them proof!
Valentinus.
[Rolling up his parchment, thoughtfully.] Hm! Well, then, will you, Pertinax, and you, Nerva, walk a few paces from me toward the door?
Quartilla.