THE MAGISTRATE
Are you sorry?
LILIOM
[Shakes his head, but cannot utter the word “no”; continues softly.] When I touched her slender throat—then—if you like—you might say—— [Falters, looks embarrassed at THE MAGISTRATE.]
THE MAGISTRATE
[Confidently expectant.] Are you sorry?
LILIOM
[With a stare.] I’m not sorry for anything.
THE MAGISTRATE