JULIE
It’s too late now, they’d all be asleep.
LILIOM
Locked out?
JULIE
Certainly. [They are silent a while.]
LILIOM
I think—that even a low-down good-for-nothing—can make a man of himself.
JULIE
Certainly. [They are silent again. A lamp-lighter crosses the stage, lights the lamp over the bench, and exits.]