ACT IV.
Scene: the same.
[Mrs. Schwartze and Marie discovered. Mrs. Schwartze, in hat and cloak, is knocking on the door at the left.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Leopold! Oh, Heaven, I dare not go in.
MARIE.
No, no, don't! Oh, if you'd only seen his face!
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
And they've been in there half an hour, you say?
MARIE.
Longer, longer!
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Now she's speaking! [Listening, frightened.] He's threatening her. Marie, Marie! Run into the garden. The pastor's there, in the arbor. Tell him everything,--about Mr. von Keller's being here,--and ask him to come in quickly.
MARIE.
Yes, mamma. [Hurries to the hall-door.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Wait a minute, Marie. Has Theresa heard anything? If it should get about--
MARIE.
I've already sent her away, mamma.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
That's right, that's right. [Exit Marie. Mrs. Schwartze knocks again.] Leopold! listen to me, Leopold! [Retreating.] Oh, Heaven! he's coming! [Enter Schwartze, bent and tottering.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
How do you feel, Leopold?
SCHWARTZE.
[Sinking into a chair.] Yes, yes,--just like the roses. The knife conies, and cuts the stem, and the wound can never be healed. What am I saying? What?
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
He's out of his mind.
SCHWARTZE.
No, no, I'm not out of my mind. I know quite well-- [Magda appears at the door, left.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
What have you done to him?
SCHWARTZE.
Yes, what have you--what have you? That is my daughter. What shall I do with my daughter now?