This page needs to be proofread.
Liliom
[In alarm.] You're not—cheating?
Ficsur
Me? Do I look like a cheat? [Deals the cards again.]
Liliom
[Glances nervously over his shoulder.] A thousand.
Ficsur
[Nonchalantly.] Kronen?
Liliom
Kronen. [He gets a card.] Another one. [Gets another card.] Over again! [Like an inexperienced gambler who is losing heavily, Liliom is very nervous. He plays dazedly, wildly, irrationally. From now on it is apparent that his only thought is to win his money back.]
Ficsur
That makes twelve hundred you owe.
Liliom
Double or nothing. [He gets a card. He is greatly excited.] Another one. [Gets another card.] Another. [Throws down three cards.]
