John. It’s not dangerous, but it’s much best to leave it alone. Just look at her over there. [He points to CHRISTINE, who has gone to sleep in a chair by the fireplace.]
Julie. She’ll make a cheerful wife. Perhaps she snores as well.
John. She doesn’t do that—she speaks in her sleep.
Julie. How do you know that she speaks in her sleep?
John. I’ve heard it. [Pause—in which they look at each other.]
Julie. Why don’t you sit down?
John. I shouldn’t take such a liberty in your presence.
Julie. And if I older you to—
John. Then I obey.
Julie. Sit down, but, wait a moment, can’t you give me something to drink?