Julia.
Well, perhaps you could adjust the shutters at the large door so that we'd get more fresh air in here.
Pierre.
Even that would be dangerous. If some one happened to be looking this way and saw the movement----
Julia (going to the door).
One has to do it slowly, ve-ry slow-ly-- (She starts, uttering a low cry of fear, and retreats to the foreground, her arms outstretched as if she were warding off a ghost.)
Pierre.
What's the matter?
Julia.
Sh! Sh! (Approaches him cautiously, then softly.) There's a man--out there.