FICSUR
[At the window.] Julie’s going to have a baby. You told me before.
LILIOM
This scheme—about the cashier of the leather factory—there’s money in it——
FICSUR
Lots of money—but—it takes two to pull it off.
LILIOM
[Meditatively.] Yes. [Uneasily.] All right, Ficsur. Go away—and come back later.
[FICSUR vanishes. The organ in the distant carousel drones incessantly. LILIOM listens a while, then goes to the door and calls.]