Like a mad dog?
JULIE. Exactly!
JEAN. But there is nothing here to shoot with. What shall we do
then?
JULIE [Rousing herself].We must get away from here--travel.
JEAN. And torture each other to death?
JULIE. No--to enjoy, a few days, a week--as long as we can. And
then to die.
JEAN. Die! How silly. I think it's better to start the hotel.
JULIE [Not heeding him]. By the Lake of Como where the sun is
always shining, where the laurel is green at Christmas and the
oranges glow.
JEAN. The Lake of Como is it rain hole, I never saw any oranges
there except on fruit stands. But it's a good resort, and there are
many villas to rent to loving couples. That's a very paying
industry. You know why? They take leases for half a year at least,
but they usually leave in three weeks.
JULIE [Naively]. Why after three weeks?
JEAN. Why? They quarrel of course, but the rent must be paid all
the same. Then you re-let, and so one after another they come and
go, for there is plenty of love, although it doesn't last long.
JULIE. Then you don't want to die with me?
JEAN. I don't want to die at all, both because I enjoy living and
because I regard suicide as a crime to Him who has given us life.
JULIE. Then you believe in God?
JEAN. Yes. Of course I do, and I go to church every other Sunday--
But I'm tired of all this and I'm going to bed.
JULIE. Do you think I would allow myself to be satisfied with such
an ending? Do you know what a man owes to a woman he hits-- --
JEAN [Takes out a silver coin and throws it on the table].
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