KRISTIN. Aspirations? Aspirations—anyway you have obligations. Think of those, you.
JEAN. Don't irritate me with talk about my obligations. I know my own business. [He listens.] We'll have plenty of time for all this some other day. Go and get ready and we'll be off to church.
KRISTIN [Listening]. Who's that walking upstairs?
JEAN. I don't know—unless it's Clara.
KRISTIN [Starting to go]. It could never be the Count who has come home without anyone hearing him?
JEAN [Frightened]. The Count! I can't believe that. He would have rung the bell.
KRISTIN. God help us! Never have I been mixed up in anything like this!
[Exit Kristin. The sun has risen and lights up the scene. Presently the sunshine comes in through windows at an angle. Jean goes to door and motions. Enter Julie, dressed for travelling, carrying a small bird cage covered with a cloth, which she places on a chair.]
JULIE. I am ready!
JEAN. Hush, Kristin is stirring!