MAGDA.
No, oh, no! I can see it all. The effort to keep worthy of respect under such difficulties, with a bad conscience, is awkward. You look down from the height of your pure atmosphere on your sinful youth,--for you are called a pillar, my dear friend.
VON KELLER.
[Looking at the door.] Pardon me--I can hardly accustom myself again to the affectionate terms. And if any one should hear us-- Would it not be better--