Julie. That’s a He. It was I who broke off the engagement. Did he say that he did it? The scoundrel!
John. No, he wasn’t a scoundrel at all. You hate the men, Miss.
Julie. Yes—usually, but at times, when my weak fit comes on—ugh!
John. So you hate me as well?
Julie. Infinitely. I could have you killed like a beast.
John. The criminal is condemned to hard labor, but the beast is killed.
Julie. Quite right.
John. But there’s no beast here—and no prosecutor either. What are we going to do?
Julie. Travel.
John. To torture each other to death?