CHRISTINE is alone. A _schottische_ tune played on a violin is heard faintly in the distance.
While humming the tune, CHRISTINE clears o$ the table after JEAN, washes the plate at the kitchen table, wipes it, and puts it away in a cupboard.
Then she takes of her ap.r.o.n, pulls out a small mirror from one of the table-drawers and leans it against the flower jar on the table; lights a tallow candle and heats a hairpin, which she uses to curl her front hair.
Then she goes to the door and stands there listening. Returns to the table. Discovers the handkerchief which MISS JULIA has left behind, picks it up, and smells it, spreads it out absent-mindedly and begins to stretch it, smooth it, fold it up, and so forth.
JEAN. [Enters alone] Crazy, that"s what she is! The way she dances!
And the people stand behind the doors and grill at her. What do you think of it, Christine?
CHRISTINE. Oh, she has her time now, and then she is always a little queer like that. But are you going to dance with me now?
JEAN. You are not mad at me because I disappointed you?
CHRISTINE. No!--Not for a little thing like that, you know! And also, I know my place--
JEAN. [Putting his arm around her waist] You are a, sensible girl, Christine, and I think you"ll make a good wife--
JULIA. [Enters and is unpleasantly surprised; speaks with forced gayety] Yes, you are a fine partner--running away from your lady!
JEAN. On the contrary, Miss Julia. I have, as you see, looked up the one I deserted.
JULIA. [Changing tone] Do you know, there is n.o.body that dances like you!--But why do you wear your livery on an evening like this?
Take it off at once!
JEAN. Then I must ask you to step outside for a moment, as my black coat is hanging right here. [Points toward the right and goes in that direction.]
JULIA. Are you bashful on my account? Just to change a coat? Why don"t you go into your own room and come back again? Or, you can stay right here, and I"ll turn my back on you.
JEAN. With your permission, Miss Julia. [Goes further over to the right; one of his arms can be seen as he changes his coat.]
JULIA [To CHRISTINE] Are you and Jean engaged, that he"s so familiar with you?
CHRISTINE. Engaged? Well, in a way. We call it that.
JULIA. Call it?
CHRISTINE. Well, Miss Julia, you have had a fellow of your own, and--
JULIA. We were really engaged--
CHRISTINE. But it didn"t come to anything just the same--
[JEAN enters, dressed in black frock coat and black derby.]
JULIA. _Tres gentil, Monsieur Jean! Tres gentil!_
JEAN. _Vous voulez plaisanter, Madame!_
JULIA. _Et vous voulez parler francais!_ Where did you learn it?
JEAN. In Switzerland, while I worked as _sommelier_ in one of the big hotels at Lucerne.
JULIA. But you look like a real gentleman in your frock coat!
Charming! [Sits down at the table.]
JEAN. Oh, you flatter me.
JULIA. [Offended] Flatter--you!
JEAN. My natural modesty does not allow me to believe that you could be paying genuine compliments to one like me, and so I dare to a.s.sume that you are exaggerating, or, as we call it, flattering.
JULIA. Where did you learn to use your words like that? You must have been to the theatre a great deal?
JEAN. That, too. I have been to a lot of places.
JULIA. But you were born in this neighbourhood?
JEAN. My father was a cotter on the county attorney"s property right by here, and I can recall seeing you as a child, although you, of course, didn"t notice me.
JULIA. No, really!
JEAN. Yes, and I remember one time in particular--but of that I can"t speak.
JULIA. Oh, yes, do! Why--just for once.
JEAN. No, really, I cannot do it now. Another time, perhaps.
JULIA. Another time is no time. Is it as bad as that?
JEAN. It isn"t bad, but it comes a little hard. Look at that one!
[Points to CHRISTINE, who has fallen asleep on a chair by the stove.]
JULIA. She"ll make a pleasant wife. And perhaps she snores, too.
JEAN. No, she doesn"t, but she talks in her sleep.
JULIA. [Cynically] How do you know?
JEAN. [Insolently] I have heard it.
[Pause during which they study each other.]
JULIA. Why don"t you sit down?
JEAN. It wouldn"t be proper in your presence.