Magda: A Play in Four Acts

by Hermann Sudermann

MAGDA.

I can't--I can't be quite one of you. I am an intruder. [Aside, fearfully.] If a spectre from without were to appear, this whole idyl would go up in flames. [Heffterdingt suppresses a start of astonishment.] And I'm confined, hemmed in. I begin to be a coward.

HEFFTERDINGT.

I don't think one should be terrified at feeling filial love.