No, now I
shall stay. The thunder may roll. My father will return--and find
his desk broken into--his money gone! Then he will ring--that bell.
A scuffle with his servant--then sends for the police--and then I
tell all--everything! Oh, it will be beautiful to have it all over
with--if only that were the end! And my father--he'll have a shock
and die, and then that will be the end. Then they will place his
swords across the coffin--and the Count's line is extinct. The
serf's line will continue in an orphanage, win honors in the gutter
and end in prison.
JEAN. Now it is the king's blood talking. Splendid, Miss Julie!
Only keep the miller in his sack.
[Enter Kristin with prayer-book in hand.]
JULIE [Hastening to Kristin and falls in her arms as though seeking
protection]. Help me, Kristin, help me against this man.
KRISTIN [Cold and unmoved]. What kind of performance is this for a
holy day morning? What does this mean--this noise and fuss?
JULIE. Kristin, you are a woman,--and my friend. Beware of this
wretch.
JEAN [A little embarrassed and surprised]. While the ladies are
arguing I'll go and shave myself.
[Jean goes, R.]
JULIE. You must understand me--you must listen to me.
KRISTIN. No--I can't understand all this bosh. Where may you be
going in your traveling dress?--and he had his hat on! Hey?
JULIE. Listen to me, Kristin, listen to me and I'll tell you
everything.
KRISTIN. I don't want to know anything--
JULIE. You must listen to me--
KRISTIN.
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