[Forcing a smile to keep back her tears.] If you stay home, I’ll get you a glass of beer—or wine, if you prefer.
FICSUR
Coming or not?
JULIE
I’m not angry with you any more for hitting me.
LILIOM
[Gruffly, but his gruffness is simulated to hide the fact that he cannot bear the sight of her suffering.] Stand out of the way—or I’ll—— [He clenches his fist.] Let me out!
JULIE
[Trembling.] What have you got under your coat?
LILIOM