Pierre (freeing himself).
Oh!
Julia.
To die!
Pierre (with hidden scorn).
Yes--to die. (Yawning nervously.) Pardon me!--It's as hot as an oven in here.
Julia.
And the shutters are always closed! For eight long days I've seen nothing of the sun except these streaks of light. Do open the shutters--just once!
Pierre.
For Heaven's sake!