"Through the fields come two ladies a-walking."

The dance finished, they leave singing.

JULIA. [Enters alone. On seeing the disorder in the kitchen, she claps her hands together. Then she takes out a powder-puff and begins to powder her face.]

JEAN. [Enters in a state of exaltation] There you see! And you heard, didn"t you? Do you think it possible to stay here?

JULIA. No, I don"t think so. But what are we to do?

JEAN. Run away, travel, far away from here.

JULIA. Travel? Yes-but where?

JEAN. To Switzerland, the Italian lakes--you have never been there?

JULIA. No. Is the country beautiful?

JEAN. Oh! Eternal summer! Orange trees! Laurels! Oh!

JULIA. But then-what are we to do down there?

JEAN. I"ll start a hotel, everything first cla.s.s, including the customers?

JULIA. Hotel?

JEAN. That"s the life, I tell you! Constantly new faces and new languages. Never a minute free for nerves or brooding. No trouble about what to do--for the work is calling to be done: night and day, bells that ring, trains that whistle, "busses that come and go; and gold pieces raining on the counter all the time. That"s the life for you!

JULIA. Yes, that is life. And I?

JEAN. The mistress of everything, the chief ornament of the house.

With your looks--and your manners--oh, success will be a.s.sured!

Enormous! You"ll sit like a queen in the office and keep the slaves going by the touch of an electric b.u.t.ton. The guests will pa.s.s in review before your throne and timidly deposit their treasures on your table. You cannot imagine how people tremble when a bill is presented to them--I"ll salt the items, and you"ll sugar them with your sweetest smiles. Oh, let us get away from here--[pulling a time-table from his pocket]--at once, with the next train! We"ll be in Malmo at 6.30; in Hamburg at 8.40 to-morrow morning; in Frankfort and Basel a day later. And to reach Como by way of the St. Gotthard it will take us--let me see--three days. Three days!

JULIA. All that is all right. But you must give me some courage?

Jean. Tell me that you love me. Come and take me in your arms.

JEAN. [Reluctantly] I should like to--but I don"t dare. Not in this house again. I love you--beyond doubt--or, can you doubt it, Miss Julia?

JULIA. [With modesty and true womanly feeling] Miss? Call me Julia.

Between us there can be no barriers here after. Call me Julia!

JEAN. [Disturbed] I cannot! There will be barriers between us as long as we stay in this house--there is the past, and there is the count-?and I have never met another person for whom I felt such respect. If I only catch sight of his gloves on a chair I feel small. If I only hear that bell up there, I jump like a shy horse.

And even now, when I see his boots standing there so stiff and perky, it is as if something made my back bend. [Kicking at the boots] It"s nothing but superst.i.tion and tradition hammered into us from childhood--but it can be as easily forgotten again. Let us only get to another country, where they have a republic, and you"ll see them bend their backs double before my liveried porter. You see, backs have to be bent, but not mine. I wasn"t born to that kind of thing. There"s better stuff in me--character--and if I only get hold of the first branch, you"ll see me do some climbing.

To-day I am a valet, but next year I"ll be a hotel owner. In ten years I can live on the money I have made, and then I"ll go to Roumania and get myself an order. And I may--note well that I say _may_--end my days as a count.

JULIA. Splendid, splendid!

JEAN. Yes, in Roumania the t.i.tle of count can be had for cash, and so you"ll be a countess after all. My countess!

JULIA. What do I care about all I now cast behind me! Tell me that you love me: otherwise--yes, what am I otherwise?

JEAN. I will tell you so a thousand times--later. But not here. And above all, no sentimentality, or everything will be lost. We must look at the matter in cold blood, like sensible people. [Takes out a cigar, cuts of the point, and lights it] Sit down there now, and I"ll sit here, and then we"ll talk as if nothing had happened.

JULIA. [In despair] Good Lord! Have you then no feelings at all?

JEAN. I? No one is more full of feeling than I am. But I know how to control myself.

JULIA. A while ago you kissed my shoe--and now!

JEAN. [Severely] Yes, that was then. Now we have other things to think of.

JULIA. Don"t speak harshly to me!

JEAN. No, but sensibly. One folly has been committed--don"t let us commit any more! The count may be here at any moment, and before he comes our fate must be settled. What do you think of my plans for the future? Do you approve of them?

JULIA. They seem acceptable, on the whole. But there is one question: a big undertaking of that kind will require a big capital have you got it?

JEAN. [Chewing his cigar] I? Of course! I have my expert knowledge, my vast experience, my familiarity with several languages. That"s the very best kind of capital, I should say.

JULIA. But it won"t buy you a railroad ticket even.

JEAN. That"s true enough. And that is just why I am looking for a backer to advance the needful cash.

JULIA. Where could you get one all of a sudden?

JEAN. It"s for you to find him if you want to become my partner.

JULIA. I cannot do it, and I have nothing myself. [Pause.]

JEAN. Well, then that"s off--

JULIA. And?-

JEAN. Everything remains as before.

JULIA. Do you think I am going to stay under this roof as your concubine? Do you think I"ll let the people point their fingers at me? Do you think I can look my father in the face after this? No, take me away from here, from all this humiliation and disgrace!?

Oh, what have I done? My G.o.d, my G.o.d! [Breaks into tears.]

JEAN. So we have got around to that tune now!--What you have done?

Nothing but what many others have done before you.

JULIA. [Crying hysterically] And now you"re despising me!--I"m falling, I"m falling!

JEAN. Fall down to me, and I"ll lift you up again afterwards.

JULIA. What horrible power drew me to you? Was it the attraction which the strong exercises on the weak--the one who is rising on one who is falling? Or was it love? This love! Do you know what love is?

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