JEAN. Well, isn't it good enough for the son-in-law?
JULIA. And I am drinking beer—I!
JEAN. It shows merely that I have better taste than you.
JULIA. Thief!
JEAN. Do you mean to tell on me?
JULIA. Oh, oh! The accomplice of a house thief! Have I been drunk, or have I been dreaming all this night? Midsummer Eve! The feast of innocent games-
JEAN. Innocent—hm!
JULIA. [Walking back and forth] Can there be another human being on earth so unhappy as I am at this moment'
JEAN. But why should you be? After such a conquest? Think of
Christine in there. Don't you think she has feelings also?
JULIA. I thought so a while ago, but I don't think so any longer.
No, a menial is a menial—