CHRISTINE. [In her sleep] The count's boots are polished—put on the coffee—yes, yes, yes—my-my—pooh!
JULIA. [Pinches her nose] Can't you wake up?
JEAN. [Sternly] You shouldn't bother those that sleep.
JULIA. [Sharply] What's that?
JEAN. One who has stood by the stove all day has a right to be tired at night. And sleep should be respected.
JULIA. [Changing tone] It is fine to think like that, and it does you honour—I thank you for it. [Gives JEAN her hand] Come now and pick some lilacs for me.
[During the following scene CHRISTINE wakes up. She moves as if still asleep and goes out to the right in order to go to bed.]
JEAN. With you, Miss Julia?
JULIA. With me!
JEAN. But it won't do! Absolutely not!