JULIA. What did you see?
JEAN. Just that—how he broke the engagement.
JULIA. That's a lie! It was I who broke it. Did he say he did it, the scoundrel?
JEAN. Oh, he was no scoundrel, I guess. So you hate men, Miss
Julia?
JULIA. Yes! Most of the time. But now and then—when the weakness comes over me—oh, what shame!
JEAN. And you hate me too?
JULIA. Beyond measure! I should like to kill you like a wild beast—
JEAN. As you make haste to shoot a mad dog. Is that right?
JULIA. That's right!
JEAN. But now there is nothing to shoot with—and there is no dog.
What are we to do then?