John. She wouldn’t either—it’s remarkable. Oh, well, will you excuse me if I go to bed?
Julie.[Tartly.] Go to bed on Midsummer Night?
John. Yes. Dance out there with the riff-raff, that doesn’t amuse me the least bit.
Julie. Take the key of the boathouse and row me out on the lake. I want to- see the sun rise.
John. Is that sensible?
Julie. It seems you’re concerned about your reputation.
John. Why not? I’m not keen on making myself look ridiculous, nor on being kicked out without a reference, if I want to set up on my own, and it seems to me I have certain obligations to Christine.
Julie. Oh, indeed! So it’s Christine again?
John. Yes; but it’s on your account as well. Take my advice and* go- up and go* to bed.
Julie. Shall I obey you?