Julie. In what way? In what way? I don’t know—I have no idea. I loathe you like vermin, but I can’t be without you.
John. Run away with me.
Julie.[Adjusts her. dress.] Run away? Yes, of course we’ll run away. But I’m so tired. Give me a glass of wine. [JOHN pours out the wine. JULIE looks at her watch.] But we must talk first, we’ve still a little time to spare. [She drinks up the glass and holds it out for some more.]
John. Don’t drink to such excess—you’ll get drunk!
Julie. What does it matter?
John. What does it matter? It’s cheap to get drunk. What do you want to say to me then?
Julie. We’ll run away, but we’ll talk first, that means I will talk, because up to now you’ve done all the talking yourself. You’ve told me about your life, now I’ll tell you about mine. Then we shall know each other thoroughly, before we start on our joint wanderings.
John. One moment. Excuse me, just think if you won’t be sorry afterward for giving away all the secrets of your life.
Julie. Aren’t you my friend?
John. Yes, for a short time. Don’t trust me.