[Exeunt Hilda and Vavir together.
Enter Florian. He comes down, looking around him in admiration.
Flor. All men who say I’m five-and-twenty, lie.
I was born but to-day! An hour ago!
Yes—this must be the World. The distant land
In which I’ve passed so many years, and which
I, in my puppy-blindness, called “The World,”
Is but its antechamber.
Enter Mousta (with book).
Born to-day,