Julia.
Nothing-- (Laughs and goes on sleeping).
Pierre (straightening up).
Whew How hot it is! (He stares at Julia, his face distorted by fear and anger, and beats his forehead. Then indicating the outstretched form of the woman.) Beautiful!--You beautiful animal--you! (Kneels. Julia holds out her arms to him, but he evades her embrace.) Stop! Wake up!
Julia (tearfully).
Please let me sleep.
Pierre.
No! Wake up! I've only come for a moment. It's tea-time, and I have to go back to the house.
Julia.
Please stay!