JULIE. It was my mother"s.
JEAN. The Count"s--that is to say, unless there was a contract.
JULIE. There was no contract. My mother had some money which she had not wished to have in my father"s keeping and therefore, she had entrusted it to her friend"s care.
JEAN. Who kept it.
JULIE. Quite right--he held on to it. All this came to my father"s knowledge. He couldn"t proceed against him, wasn"t allowed to pay his wife"s friend, and couldn"t prove that it was his wife"s money. That was my mother"s revenge for his taking the reins of the establishment into his own hands. At that time he was ready to shoot himself. Gossip had it that he had tried and failed. Well, he lived it down--and my mother paid full penalty for her misdeed. Those were five terrible years for me, as you can fancy. I sympathized with my father, but I took my mother"s part, for I didn"t know the true circ.u.mstances. Through her I learned to distrust and hate men, and I swore to her never to be a man"s slave.
JEAN. But you became engaged to the Lieutenant Governor.
JULIE. Just to make him my slave.
JEAN. But that he didn"t care to be.
JULIE. He wanted to be, fast enough, but I grew tired of him.
JEAN. Yes--I noticed that--in the stable-yard!
JULIE. What do you mean?
JEAN. I saw how he broke the engagement.
JULIE. That"s a lie. It was I who broke it. Did he say he broke it--the wretch!
JEAN. I don"t believe that he was a wretch. You hate men, Miss Julie.
JULIE. Most of them. Sometimes one is weak--
JEAN. You hate me?
JULIE. Excessively. I could see you shot--
JEAN. Like a mad dog?
JULIE. Exactly!
JEAN. But there is nothing here to shoot with. What shall we do then?
JULIE [Rousing herself].We must get away from here--travel.
JEAN. And torture each other to death?
JULIE. No--to enjoy, a few days, a week--as long as we can. And then to die.
JEAN. Die! How silly. I think it"s better to start the hotel.
JULIE [Not heeding him]. By the Lake of Como where the sun is always shining, where the laurel is green at Christmas and the oranges glow.
JEAN. The Lake of Como is a rain hole, I never saw any oranges there except on fruit stands. But it"s a good resort, and there are many villas to rent to loving couples. That"s a very paying industry. You know why? They take leases for half a year at least, but they usually leave in three weeks.
JULIE [Naively]. Why after three weeks?
JEAN. Why? They quarrel of course, but the rent must be paid all the same. Then you re-let, and so one after another they come and go, for there is plenty of love, although it doesn"t last long.
JULIE. Then you don"t want to die with me?
JEAN. I don"t want to die at all, both because I enjoy living and because I regard suicide as a crime to Him who has given us life.
JULIE. Then you believe in G.o.d?
JEAN. Yes. Of course I do, and I go to church every other Sunday--But I"m tired of all this and I"m going to bed.
JULIE. Do you think I would allow myself to be satisfied with such an ending? Do you know what a man owes to a woman he hits-- --
JEAN [Takes out a silver coin and throws it on the table]. Allow me, I don"t want to owe anything to anyone.
JULIE [Pretending not to notice the insult]. Do you know what the law demands?
JEAN. I know that the law demands nothing of a woman who seduces a man.
JULIE [Again not heeding him]. Do you see any way out of it but to travel?--wed--and separate?
JEAN. And if I protest against this misalliance?
JULIE. Misalliance!
JEAN. Yes, for me. For you see I have a finer ancestry than you, for I have no fire-bug in my family.
JULIE. How do you know?
JEAN. You can"t prove the contrary. We have no family record except that which the police keep. But your pedigree I have read in a book on the drawing room table. Do you know who the founder of your family was? It was a miller whose wife found favor with the king during the Danish War.
Such ancestry I have not.
JULIE. This is my reward for opening my heart to anyone so unworthy, with whom I have talked about my family honor.
JEAN. Dishonor--yes, I said it. I told you not to drink because then one talks too freely and one should never talk.
JULIE. Oh, how I repent all this. If at least you loved me!
JEAN. For the last time--what do you mean? Shall I weep, shall I jump over your riding whip, shall I kiss you, lure you to Lake Como for three weeks, and then--what do you want anyway? This is getting tiresome. But that"s the way it always is when you get mixed up in women"s affairs.
Miss Julie, I see that you are unhappy, I know that you suffer, but I can"t understand you. Among my kind there is no nonsense of this sort; we love as we play when work gives us time. We haven"t the whole day and night for it like you.
JULIE. You must be good to me and speak to me as though I were a human being.
JEAN. Be one yourself. You spit on me and expect me to stand it.
JULIE. Help me, help me. Only tell me what to do--show me a way out of this!