Now, Aunt Hollunder. [From now until the fall of the curtain it is apparent that the sound of the organ makes him more and more uneasy.]
MOTHER HOLLUNDER
And you, you vagabond, get out of here this minute or I’ll call my son——
FICSUR
I have nothing to do with the likes of him. He’s too common. [But he slinks out at back.]
LILIOM
Aunt Hollunder!
MOTHER HOLLUNDER
What now?