John. My natural modesty won’t allow me to imagine that you’re paying true compliments to a man like me, so I took the liberty of supposing that you’re exaggerating or, in a manner of speaking, flattering.
Julie. Where did you learn to string your words together like that? You must have been to the theater a great deal?
John. Quite right. I’ve been to no end of places.
Julie. But you were born here in this neighborhood.
John. My father was odd man to the State attorney of this parish, and I saw you, Miss, when you were a child, although you didn’t notice me.
Julie. Really?
John. Yes, and I remember one incident in particular. Um, yes—I mustn’t speak about that.
Julie. Oh, yes—you tell me. What? Just to please me.
John. No, really I can’t now. Perhaps some other time.
Julie. Some other time means never. Come, is it then so dangerous to tell me now?