“—look out, my pretty lad.” [JULIE goes out at back. LILIOM’S glance follows her. When she has gone, he turns to FICSUR.] At night—in my dreams—if his ghost comes back—what will I do then?
FICSUR
His ghost won’t never come back.
LILIOM
Why not?
FICSUR
A Jew’s ghost don’t come back.
LILIOM
Well then—afterwards——
FICSUR