JULIE. Yes.
ANTONIN. After all, why shouldn’t one go to Mass? Come, come. [He smiles]. We have been silly, haven’t we, to say all that. It’s forgotten now, isn’t it? Say it’s forgotten.
JULIE [reluctantly] Yes.
ANTONIN [recovering his spirits] That’s a good little woman. There, there. One disputes, one flies into a passion, one runs on and on, one says terrible things [laughing]. What things you said to me. Oh, it was shocking. But there, we’ll never speak of it again. Never. Never. Let’s make it up. [He takes her in his arms: hesitating, she lets him do so]. We’re friends again, eh? And now go and wash your face, or people will see you’ve been crying. Are my eyes red, too? No, I expect not. Shall I tell you something? You won’t believe it. You’ll be shocked. Do you know, I almost think perhaps it’s as well we’ve said all these things to each other. You see, now we know each other better. You understand about some of my worries. The business isn’t going as I should wish. That makes my temper rather quick at times. No: things might be better. If you would say a word to Caroline, perhaps she would change her mind about that money.
JULIE [still on her guard] I will try.
ANTONIN. That’s a good girl. And it’s only for a little while that we shall have to be careful. We are only two and we shall pull through it. Luckily we’ve only ourselves to think of. Imagine what it would be if we were expecting a baby!
JULIE. That would give me courage.
ANTONIN. Nonsense, my dear. We can do very well without that.
JULIE [alarmed] But we are going to have children, aren’t we?