JULIE. About what?
ANTONIN. Your parents, I mean. Mine have said nothing either.
JULIE. They have said nothing, of course, but I guessed.
ANTONIN. So did I. Then I may consider myself engaged to you?
JULIE. Oh, not yet. We must know each other better first.
ANTONIN. We have often danced together.
JULIE. Yes. But that’s hardly enough.
ANTONIN. It’s enough for me. Ever since the first time I saw you at the ball at the Prefecture.
JULIE. No. It was at the band, one Sunday, that your mother first introduced you to me.
ANTONIN. Was it? I forgot.