JULIE. How? I don't know. I don't know! I shrink from you as I would from a rat. But I cannot escape from you.
JEAN. Escape with me.
JULIE. Escape? Yes, we must escape.—But I'm so tired. Give me a glass of wine. [Jean fills a glass with wine, Julie looks at her watch.] We must talk it over first for we have still a little time left.
[She empties the glass and puts it out for more.]
JEAN. Don't drink too much. It will go to your head.
JULIE. What harm will that do?
JEAN. What harm? It's foolish to get intoxicated. But what did you want to say?
JULIE. We must go away, but we must talk first. That is, I must speak, for until now you have done all the talking. You have told me about your life—now I will tell you about mine, then we will know each other through and through before we start on our wandering together.
JEAN. One moment, pardon. Think well whether you won't regret having told your life's secrets.
JULIE. Aren't you my friend?