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Liliom
Ficsur! [Ficsur sticks his head in.] Say, Ficsur,—Julie is going to have a baby.
Ficsur
Yes? What of it?
Liliom
Nothing. [Suddenly.] Get out of here. [Ficsur's head is quickly withdrawn. Mrs. Muskat re-*enters.]
Mrs. Muskat
Has she gone?
Liliom
Yes.
Mrs. Muskat
I might as well give you ten kronen in advance. [Opens her purse. Liliom takes up his coffee cup.] Here you are. [She proffers some coins. Liliom ignores her.] Why don't you take it?
Liliom
[Very nonchalantly, his cup poised ready to drink.] Go home, Mrs. Muskat.
Mrs. Muskat
What's the matter with you?
