JEAN. I saw how he broke the engagement.
JULIE. That's a lie. It was I who broke it. Did he say he broke it—the wretch!
JEAN. I don't believe that he was a wretch. You hate men, Miss Julie.
JULIE. Most of them. Sometimes one is weak—
JEAN. You hate me?
JULIE. Excessively. I could see you shot—
JEAN. Like a mad dog?
JULIE. Exactly!
JEAN. But there is nothing here to shoot with. What shall we do then?
JULIE [Rousing herself].We must get away from here—travel.