MAGDA.
[Sadly.] Let them hear us.
VON KELLER.
[At the door.] Good Heavens! Well [sitting down again], as I was saying, if you knew with what real longing I look back from this height at my gay, discarded youth--
[Sadly.] Let them hear us.
[At the door.] Good Heavens! Well [sitting down again], as I was saying, if you knew with what real longing I look back from this height at my gay, discarded youth--