Christine. Mistress?

John. Yes.

Christine. No. I say, I say there—

John. Yes, listen to me. It is much better for you if you do, and don’t gabble so much. Miss Julie is your mistress, and you ought to despise yourself for the same reason that you despise her.

Christine. I have always had so much self-respect

John. That you can despise others.

Christine. That I have never lowered myself below my place. Just say, if you can, that the Count’s cook had anything to do with the cattleman or the swineherd. You just try it on!

John. Quite so. You had a little something on with a nice fellow, and very lucky for you, too.

Christine. A nice fellow, to be sure, who sells the Count’s oats out of the stable.

John. You’re a nice one to talk; you get commissions from the vegetable man and ain’t above being squared by the butcher.

Christine. What?

John. And so it’s you that can’t respect your mistress any more! You—you—I don’t think!

Christine. Come along to church now. A good sermon’ll do you a lot of good after the way you’ve been carrying on.

John. No fear, I’m not going to church to-day. You go alone, and confess your own sins.

Christine. Yes, that I will, and I’ll come home with forgiveness, and for you too, the Redeemer suffered and died on the cross for all our sins, and if we go to Him with faith and a contrite spirit then He will take all our guilt on Himself.

Julie. Do you believe that, Christine?

Christine. That’s my living 1 faith, as true as I stand here, and that’s my faith from a child, that I’ve kept ever since I was young, and where sin overflows there grace overflows as well.