Page:The collected works of Henrik Ibsen (Volume 5).djvu/174

138

[Drawing the curtains together.] Who knows? If we are cautious, the storm may yet

After such a defeat?

Defeat? What are you talking of, my beloved?

Have not the Alemanni defeated you?

If they had, you would not have seen me alive.

[Springing up.] Then, Lord of Heaven, what has happened?

[Softly.] The worst, Helena;—a stupendous victory.

Victory, you say! A stupendous victory? You have conquered, and yet?

You know not how I stand. You see only the gilded outside of all a Caesar's misery.

Julian!