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[Bashfully.] Eight heller.

And you? ['' casts down her eyes and does not reply. continues sternly.''] I asked you how much you've got? ['' 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. and stand silent, watching him until he has gone.'']

Are you sorry for him?

Are you?

Yes, a little. Why are you looking after him in that funny way?

[Sits down.] Nothing—except I'm sorry he lost his job.

[With a touch of pride.] It was on our account he lost his job. Because he's fallen in love with you.