Pierre (aside).
Beast!
Julia.
What were you muttering then? (Pierre throws himself down before her and weeps.) Pierre! Crying?--Oh!--Please don't--or I'll cry too. And my head aches so!
Pierre (softly but nervously and with hatred).
Do you know what I'd like to do? Strangle you!
Julia.
Ha! Ha! Ha!--(pityingly) Dear me! Those soft fingers--so weak!--My little boy has read in a naughty book that people strangle their loves--and so he wants to do some strangling too!
Pierre (rising).
Well, what's to become of you? How much longer is the game to last in this pavilion?