[He gives his purse to Gilbert, whose first impulse is to refuse it, but who accepts it afterward with the air of a man who has reflected.
Well, go! What more are you waiting for?
GILBERT.
Nothing.
FABIANI.
Then stay, if it pleases you. You can have the fine starlight while I have the pretty girl. God be with you!
[He starts toward the door of the house and is about to open it.
GILBERT.
Where are you going?
FABIANI.