[Enter Kristin with prayer-book in hand.]
JULIE [Hastening to Kristin and falls in her arms as though seeking protection]. Help me, Kristin, help me against this man.
KRISTIN [Cold and unmoved]. What kind of performance is this for a holy day morning? What does this mean—this noise and fuss?
JULIE. Kristin, you are a woman,—and my friend. Beware of this wretch.
JEAN [A little embarrassed and surprised]. While the ladies are arguing I'll go and shave myself.
[Jean goes, R.]
JULIE. You must understand me—you must listen to me.
KRISTIN. No—I can't understand all this bosh. Where may you be going in your traveling dress?—and he had his hat on! Hey?
JULIE. Listen to me, Kristin, listen to me and I'll tell you everything.
KRISTIN. I don't want to know anything—