JULIE. [Meaningly]. You promise me—?
JEAN. I swear...
[She exits R. Jean follows her.]
[BALLET.—The farm folk enter in holiday dress with flowers in their hats, a fiddler in the lead. They carry a keg of home-brewed beer and a smaller keg of gin, both decorated with greens which are placed on the table. They help themselves to glasses and drink. Then they sing and dance a country dance to the melody of "There came two ladies out of the woods." When that is over they go out, singing.]
[Enter Julie alone, sees the havoc the visitors have made, clasps her hands, takes out powder box and powders her face. Enter Jean exuberant.]
JEAN. There, you see, and you heard them. Do you think it's possible for us to remain here any longer?
JULIE. No, I don't. But what's to be done?
JEAN. Fly! Travel—far from here!
JULIE. Travel—yes—but where?
JEAN. To Switzerland—to the Italian lakes. You have never been there?