JULIE. Tell me. Is he what you would call a religious man?
LIGNOL. Antonin! [Bursts out laughing]. Why, he’s a materialist. Not much idealism about him.
JULIE. Indeed! Not much idealism! But he’s fond of music? Good music I mean: Wagner?
LIGNOL. He likes a brass band or a comic opera. [Julie shows surprise]. You are astonished? Oh, I forgot. He plays a little on the concertina. My dear madame, Antonin is a good chap but thoroughly matter of fact. Prosaic.
JULIE [laughing] You are not very complimentary to your friends.
LIGNOL. What annoys me is that he should possess a treasure like you and should seem quite unconscious of its value. Ah, when I marry—
JULIE. You are going to marry soon?
LIGNOL. I don’t know. [Musingly] If I were to meet a woman like you, a woman with whom I could discuss everything in heaven and earth, everything that raises us, makes us higher, then—
JULIE. Look for her. You’ll find her easily enough.
LIGNOL. And beautiful, too. Beautiful as you are. For you are beautiful, you know.