JULIE. Won't you wake up?
JEAN [Sternly]. Don't disturb the sleeping.
JULIE [Sharply]. What?
JEAN. Anyone who has stood over the hot stove all day long is tired when night comes. One should respect the weary.
JULIE. That's a kind thought—and I honor it. [Offers her hand.] Thanks for the suggestion. Come out with me now and pick some syringas.
[Kristin has awakened and goes to her room, right, in a sort of sleep stupified way.]
JEAN. With Miss Julie?
JULIE. With me.
JEAN. But that wouldn't do—decidedly not.
JULIE. I don't understand you. Is it possible that you fancy that I—