MAGDA.
Let me pass, father.
SCHWARTZE.
I'll kill you first. [Seizes her.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Leopold! [Enter Heffterdingt. He throws himself between them with a cry of horror. Magda, freed by the old man, goes slowly back, with her eyes fixed on the Pastor, to the seat, left, where she remains motionless.]
HEFFTERDINGT.
[After a silence.] In God's name!
SCHWARTZE.
Yes, yes, yes, Pastor--it made a fine family group, eh? Look at her! She has soiled my name. Any scoundrel can break my sword. That is my daughter; that is--
HEFFTERDINGT.
Dear Colonel, these are things which I do not understand, and which I do not care to understand. But it seems to me there must be something to do, instead of--
SCHWARTZE.
Yes, to do,--yes, yes,--there's much to do here. I have much to do. I don't see why I'm standing here. The worst of it is--the worst of it is, he can say to me--this man--you are a cripple--with your shaking hand--with such a one I can't fight, even if I have had your daughter for a-- But I will show him-- I will show him-- Where is my hat?
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Where are you going, Leopold? [Magda rises.]
SCHWARTZE.
My hat!
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
[Gives him hat and stick.] Here, here!
SCHWARTZE.
So! [To Magda.] Learn to thank the God, in whom you disbelieve, that he has preserved your father until this hour, for he shall bring you back your honor!