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
Are you sorry for him?
Julie
Are you?
Marie
Yes, a little. Why are you looking after him in that funny way?
Julie
[Sits down.] Nothing—except I'm sorry he lost his job.
Marie
[With a touch of pride.] It was on our account he lost his job. Because he's fallen in love with you.
