JULIA. Et vous voulez parler français! Where did you learn it?
JEAN. In Switzerland, while I worked as sommelier in one of the big hotels at Lucerne.
JULIA. But you look like a real gentleman in your frock coat!
Charming! [Sits down at the table.]
JEAN. Oh, you flatter me.
JULIA. [Offended] Flatter—you!
JEAN. My natural modesty does not allow me to believe that you could be paying genuine compliments to one like me, and so I dare to assume that you are exaggerating, or, as we call it, flattering.
JULIA. Where did you learn to use your words like that? You must have been to the theatre a great deal?
JEAN. That, too. I have been to a lot of places.
JULIA. But you were born in this neighbourhood?
JEAN. My father was a cotter on the county attorney's property right by here, and I can recall seeing you as a child, although you, of course, didn't notice me.