KRISTIN. No, not for such a little thing. That you know well enough. And I know my place too—
JEAN [Puts arm around her waist]. You're a pretty smart girl, Kristin, and you ought to make a good wife.
[Enter Miss Julie.]
JULIE [Disagreeably surprised, but with forced gaiety]. You're a charming cavalier to run away from your partner.
JEAN. On the contrary, Miss Julie, I have hastened to my neglected one as you see.
JULIE [Changing subject]. Do you know, you dance wonderfully well! But why are you in livery on a holiday night? Take it off immediately.
JEAN. Will you excuse me—my coat hangs there. [Goes R. and takes coat.]
JULIE. Does it embarrass you to change your coat in my presence? Go to your room then—or else stay and I'll turn my back.
JEAN. With your permission, Miss Julie.
[Exit Jean R. One sees his arm as he changes coat.]