No, really?
JEAN. Yes, I remember one time in particular. But I mustn't talk
about that.
JULIE. Oh yes, do, when was it?
JEAN. No really--not now, another time perhaps.
JULIE. "Another time" is a good for nothing. Is it so dreadful
then?
JEAN. Not dreadful--but it goes against the grain. [Turns and
points to Kristin, who has fallen asleep in a chair near stove].
Look at her.
JULIE. She'll make a charming wife! Does she snore too?
JEAN. No, but she talks in her sleep.
JULIE [Cynically]. How do you know that she talks in her sleep?
JEAN [Boldly]. I have heard her.[Pause and they look at each
other.]
JULIE. Why don't you sit down?
JEAN. I can't allow myself to do so in your presence.
JULIE. But if I command you?
JEAN. Then I obey.
JULIE. Sit down then. But wait--can't you get me something to drink
first?
JEAN. I don't know what there is in the icebox. Nothing but beer,
probably.
JULIE. Is beer nothing? My taste is so simple that I prefer it to
wine.
[Jean takes out beer and serves it on plate.]
JEAN. Allow me.
JULIE. Won't you drink too?
JEAN. I am no friend to beer--but if Miss Julie commands.
JULIE [Gaily]. Commands! I should think as a polite cavalier you
might join your lady.
JEAN. Looking at it in that way you are quite right. [Opens another
bottle of beer and fills glass.]
JULIE. Give me a toast!
[Jean hesitates.]
JULIE [Mockingly]. Old as he is, I believe the man is bashful!
JEAN [On his knee with mock gallantry, raises glass].
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