JEAN. I don't care very much for beer, but if it is a command, of course—
JULIA. Command?—I should think a polite gentleman might keep his lady company.
JEAN. Yes, that's the way it should be. [Opens another bottle and takes out a glass.]
JULIA. Drink my health now!
[JEAN hesitates.]
JULIA. Are you bashful—a big, grown-up man?
JEAN. [Kneels with mock solemnity and raises his glass] To the health of my liege lady!
JULIA. Bravo!—And now you must also kiss my shoe in order to get it just right.
[JEAN hesitates a moment; then he takes hold of her foot and touches it lightly with his lips.]
JULIA. Excellent! You should have been on the stage.