KRISTIN. Yes.
JULIE [Tired]. I don't know. I don't believe in anything any more. [Sinks down on bench, and takes head in her hand on table.] In nothing—nothing!
KRISTIN [Turns to R. and looks toward Jean]. So—you intended to run away?
JEAN [Rather shamefaced comes forward and puts razor on table]. Run away? That's putting it rather strong. You heard Miss Julie's project, I think it might be carried out.
KRISTIN. Now listen to that! Was it meant that I should be her cook—
JEAN [Sharply]. Be so good as to use proper language when you speak of your mistress.
KRISTIN. Mistress?
JEAN. Yes.
KRISTIN. No—hear! Listen to him!
JEAN. Yes, you listen—you need to, and talk less. Miss Julie is your mistress and for the same reason that you do not respect her now you should not respect yourself.