Herr Wittich can't possibly deny that!
Wittich.
You shall have your own way as far as it lies in my power, Julia, dear.
Julia.
And then, you must try to bring a little more--more beauty into our life.--I surely have the right to demand that. Just look about you here. You know how passionately fond of roses I am. My soul demands something besides--potatoes! Well, I insist upon having roses around me. That's not unreasonable, is it?
Wittich.
You shall have roses enough to smother you.
Pierre (nervously).
Well, then, Julia, dear, I see no reason why we should not accept this proposition.
Wittich.