THE MAGISTRATE
That is not true, my son. You died because you loved little Julie and the child she is bearing under her heart.
LILIOM
No.
THE MAGISTRATE
Look me in the eye.
LILIOM
[Looks him in the eye.] No.
THE MAGISTRATE
[Stroking his beard.] Liliom, Liliom, if it were not for our Heavenly patience—— Go back to your seat. Number 16,474.