JULIE. Leave me--I'm not to be won this way.

JEAN. How then? Not with caresses and beautiful words? Not by
thoughts for the future, to save humiliation? How then?

JULIE. How? I don't know. I don't know! I shrink from you as I
would from a rat. But I cannot escape from you.

JEAN. Escape with me.

JULIE. Escape? Yes, we must escape.--But I'm so tired. Give me a
glass of wine. [Jean fills a glass with wine, Julie looks at her
watch.] We must talk it over first for we have still a little time
left.

[She empties the glass and puts it out for more.]

JEAN. Don't drink too much. It will go to your head.

JULIE. What harm will that do?

JEAN. What harm? It's foolish to get intoxicated. But what did you
want to say?

JULIE. We must go away, but we must talk first. That is, I must
speak, for until now you have done all the talking. You have told
me about your life--now I will tell you about mine, then we will
know each other through and through before we start on our
wandering together.