MARIE
Well—eh—are you going to stay with us, Mister Liliom?
LILIOM
Will you pay for the beer? [MARIE looks doubtful; he turns to JULIE.] Will you? [She does not answer.] How much money have you got?
JULIE
[Bashfully.] Eight heller.
LILIOM
And you? [MARIE casts down her eyes and does not reply. LILIOM continues sternly.] I asked you how much you’ve got? [MARIE begins to weep softly.] I understand. Well, you needn’t cry about it. You girls stay here, while I go back to the carousel and get my clothes and things. And when I come back, we’ll go to the Hungarian beer-garden. It’s all right, I’ll pay. Keep your money. [He exits. MARIE and JULIE stand silent, watching him until he has gone.]
MARIE