Julia (_laughing_).
Nonsense! You have no strength! (_Disengages herself without
difficulty._)
Pierre.
You've taken it out of me, you beast!
Julia.
Beast?--You've been muttering that word now for a couple of days. This
is the first time that you have flung it in my face.--What have I done
that was bestial except to throw my young life at your feet?--And so
this is the end of our rose-fete?----
Pierre (_in a low voice, breathing with difficulty_).
No, not yet--the end is still to come!
Julia.