Pierre (feigning indifference).
Oh, nonsense! I can hit the ace of hearts at twenty paces! I'll show him!
Julia.
Yes, you'll "show him"! Do you suppose that he's going to wait until you take a shot at him?--Devilish much he cares about your duels! He'd make a clod of earth out of you before you'd have time to take off your hat!--I tell you, bolt the gate, lock every room in the house, hide behind your mother's chair,--and even there you won't be safe from him!
Pierre.
(Struggling against his growing apprehension.) If that's the case, then--h'm, then the best thing for me to do is to disappear for a time.
Julia (trying to cling to him).
Yes, let's go away together!
Pierre (moving aside).
That might suit you.