JEAN. [Looking hard at her] Is it so certain?—Well, Miss Julia, it won't pay to make yourself out so very innocent to me-
JULIA. The man on whom I bestowed my love was a scoundrel.
JEAN. That's what you always say—afterwards.
JULIA. Always?
JEAN. Always, I believe, for I have heard the same words used several times before, on similar occasions.
JULIA. What occasions?
JEAN. Like the one of which we were speaking. The last time—
JULIA. [Rising] Stop! I don't want to hear any more!
JEAN. Nor did she—curiously enough! Well, then I ask permission to go to bed.
JULIA. [Gently] Go to bed on Midsummer Eve?