Agathon.
I have told you—two days ago.
Julian.
And already you want to know? What would you know about the Emperor? Has any one set you on to? [Embraces him.] Oh, forgive me, Agathon, my friend!
Agathon.
What? Why?
Julian.
[Rises and listens.] Hush!—No, it was nothing—only a bird in the bushes
I am very happy here. Wherefore should you doubt it? Have I not all my family gathered here? at least—all over whom a gracious Saviour has held his hand.
Agathon.
And the Emperor is as a father to you?
Julian.
The Emperor is beyond measure wise and good.
Agathon.
[Who has also risen.] Julian, is the rumour true that you are one day to be the Emperor's successor?
Julian.
[Hastily.] Speak not of such dangerous matters. I know not what foolish rumours are abroad.—Why do you question me so much? Not a word will I answer till you have told me what brings you to Constantinople.
