JEAN. [Rising to his feet] This won't do any longer, Miss Julia.
Somebody might see us.
JULIA. What would that matter?
JEAN. Oh, it would set the people talking—that's all! And if you only knew how their tongues were wagging up there a while ago-
JULIA. What did they have to say? Tell me—Sit down now!
JEAN. [Sits down] I don't want to hurt you, but they were using expressions—which cast reflections of a kind that—oh, you know it yourself! You are not a child, and when a lady is seen alone with a man, drinking—no matter if he's only a servant—and at night-then—
JULIA. Then what? And besides, we are not alone. Isn't Christine with us?
JEAN. Yes—asleep!
JULIA. Then I'll wake her. [Rising] Christine, are you asleep?
CHRISTINE. [In her sleep] Blub-blub-blub-blub!
JULIA. Christine!—Did you ever see such a sleeper.