Julie. Yes, we were properly engaged.
Christine. But nothing at all came of it. [She sits down- and gradually goes to sleep.]
John.[In a black coat and with a black hat.]
Julie. Tres gentil, Monsieur Jean, tres gentil!
John. Vous voulez plaisanter, madame!
Julie. Et vous voulez parler français? And where did you pick that up?
John. In Switzerland, when I was a waiter in one of the best hotels in Lucerne.
Julie. But you look quite like a gentleman in that coat. Charming. [She sits down on the right, by the table.]
John. Ah! you’re flattering me.
Julie.[Offended.] Flatter? You?