Maid
Do you want anything, Sir?
Young Man
I thought… Well, I thought—only about your blouse … what kind of a blouse is it … can’t you come closer. I won’t bite you.
Maid
(Comes close to him) What is the matter with my blouse? Don’t you like it, Sir?
Young Man
(Takes hold of her blouse, and draws her down to him) Blue? It is a nice blue. (Simply) You are very prettily dressed, Marie.
Maid