FICSUR
Yes? What of it?
LILIOM
Nothing. [Suddenly.] Get out of here. [FICSUR’S head is quickly withdrawn. MRS. MUSKAT reënters.]
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?