Julie.[Walks up and down.] Is there at this moment a human being as unhappy as I am?
John. Why are you? After such a fine conquest. Just think of Christine in there, don’t you think she’s got feelings as well?
Julie. I used to think so before, but I don’t think so any more—no, a servant’s a servant
John. And a whore’s a whore.
Julie. O God in heaven! Take my miserable life! Take me out of this filth in which I’m sinking. Save me, save me!
John. I can’t gainsay but that you make me feel sorry. Once upon a time when I lay in the onion bed and saw you in the rose garden then—I’ll tell you straight—I had the same dirty thoughts as all youngsters.
Julie. And then you wanted tor die for me!
John. In the oat bin? That was mere gas.
Julie. Lies, you mean.
John.[Begins to get sleepy.] Near enough. I read the story once in the paper about a chimney-sweep who laid down in a chest full of lilac because he was ordered to take additional nourishment.