John. But no luggage. In that case we’re lost.
Julie. No, no luggage, only what we can take with us in the compartment.
John.[Has taken a hat.] What have you got there then? What is it?
Julie. It’s only my little canary. I don’t want to leave it behind.
John. Come, I say! Have we got to cart along a bird cage with us? How absolutely mad! Leave the bird there!
Julie. The only thing I’m taking with me from home! The one living creature that likes me, after Diana was faithless to me! Don’t be cruel. Let me take it with me!
John. Leave it there, I tell you—and don’t talk so loud. Christine might hear us.
Julie. No, I won’t leave it behind among strangers. I’d rather you killed it.
John. Then give me the little thing; I’ll twist its neck for it.
Julie. Yes, but don’t hurt it, don’t! No, I can’t!