Julia.
But, after all, it would do no good. We could hide among crowds of people--in Piccadilly or in Batignolles--we could go to India or to Texas--and yet, if he took it into his head, he would find us none the less. Even if we should evade him--some day, sooner or later, you would have to return--and then--you would have to pay the penalty!
Pierre (stammering).
I--would--have to----
Julia (wildly).
So stay--stay here! Go and shoot him down!--at night--from behind!--It doesn't matter! Only--let--me--breathe--again.
Pierre.
Do you want to drive me mad? Don't you see that I'm trembling all over?
Julia.
Because you're a cad and a coward--because----