JEAN. Rot!
JULIA. And now you have seen the back of the hawk—
JEAN. Well, I don't know—
JULIA. And I was to be the first branch—
JEAN. But the branch was rotten—
JULIA. I was to be the sign in front of the hotel—
JEAN. And I the hotel—
JULIA. Sit at your counter, and lure your customers, and doctor your bills—
JEAN. No, that I should have done myself—
JULIA. That a human soul can be so steeped in dirt!