JULIE [frightened] No, I tell you.
ANTONIN. What beautiful arms you have. [He draws her towards him]. You remember how I adored you when we were dancing.
JULIE. Let me go.
ANTONIN [greatly excited, in a low voice] Don’t move. You are entrancing. [He kisses her upon the arm; she pulls it away sharply].
JULIE. Monsieur!
ANTONIN [angry] I beg your pardon, mademoiselle.
A very long silence.
JULIE [after looking at him for some time] I have vexed you?
ANTONIN. Well, when I see that you positively dislike me. [Julie, after a short inward struggle, goes to him].