CHRISTINE. So that's the way it happened! You don't say!
JEAN. Yes, that's how that thing happened. Well, Christine, what have you got that's tasty?
CHRISTINE. [Serves from the pan and puts the plate before Jean] Oh, just some kidney which I cut out of the veal roast.
JEAN. [Smelling the food] Fine! That's my great délice. [Feeling the plate] But you might have warmed the plate.
CHRISTINE. Well, if you ain't harder to please than the count himself! [Pulls his hair playfully.]
JEAN. [Irritated] Don't pull my hair! You know how sensitive I am.
CHRISTINE. Well, well, it was nothing but a love pull, you know.
[JEAN eats.]
[CHRISTINE opens a bottle of beer.]
JEAN. Beer-on Midsummer Eve? No, thank you! Then I have something better myself. [Opens a table-drawer and takes out a bottle of claret with yellow cap] Yellow seal, mind you! Give me a glass-and you use those with stems when you drink it pure.