Push your hair back from your forehead.
LILIOM
Let my hair be. It’s nothing to you.
MRS. MUSKAT
All right. But if I’d told you to let it hang down over your eyes you’d have pushed it back—I hear you’ve been beating her, this—this——
LILIOM
None of your business.
MRS. MUSKAT
You’re a fine fellow! Beating a skinny little thing like that! If you’re tired of her, leave her, but there’s no use beating the poor——
LILIOM