John.[Gets up.] This kind of thing mustn’t go any further, Miss. Anybody might come in and see us.
Julie. What would it matter?
John. People would talk, and make no bones about what they said either, and if you knew, Miss, how their tongues have already been wagging, then
Julie. What did they say then? Tell me, but sit down.
John.[Sits down.] I don’t want to hurt you, but you made use of expressions—which pointed to innuendoes of such a kind—yes, you’ll understand this perfectly well yourself. You’re not a child any more, and, if a lady is seen to drink alone with a man—even if it’s only a servant, tête-à-tête at night—then—
Julie. What then? And, besides, we’re not alone: Christine is here.
John. Yes, asleep.
Julie. Then I’ll wake her up. [She gets up.] Christ tine, are you asleep?
Christine.[In her sleep.] Bla—bla—bla—bla.
Julie. Christine! The woman can go on sleeping.