CHRISTINE. Do you promise?
JEAN. Promise? When I say so, I'll do it. Well, here's thanks for the good food. It tasted fine! [Puts the cork back into the bottle.]
JULIA. [Appears in the doorway, speaking to somebody on the outside] I'll be back in a minute. You go right on in the meantime.
[JEAN slips the bottle into the table-drawer and rises respectfully.]
JULIA.[Enters and goes over to CHRISTINE by the wash-stand] Well, is it done yet?
[CHRISTINE signs to her that JEAN is present.]
JEAN. [Gallantly] The ladies are having secrets, I believe.
JULIA. [Strikes him in the face with her handkerchief] That's for you, Mr. Pry!
JEAN. Oh, what a delicious odor that violet has!
JULIA. [With coquetry] Impudent! So you know something about perfumes also? And know pretty well how to dance—Now don't peep! Go away!