JULIA. [Enters in travelling dress and carrying a small birdcage covered up with a towel; this she places on a chair] Now I am ready.
JEAN. Hush! Christine is awake.
JULIA. [Showing extreme nervousness during the following scene] Did she suspect anything?
JEAN. She knows nothing at all. But, my heavens, how you look!
JULIA. How do I look?
JEAN. You're as pale as a corpse, and—pardon me, but your face is dirty.
JULIA. Let me wash it then—Now! [She goes over to the washstand and washes her face and hands] Give me a towel—Oh!—That's the sun rising!
JEAN. And then the ogre bursts.
JULIA. Yes, ogres and trolls were abroad last night!But listen,
Jean. Come with me, for now I have the money.
JEAN. [Doubtfully] Enough?