MAGDA.
Thanks, mamma. The play will soon be played out now.
HEFFTERDINGT.
My dear Mrs. Schwartze, Marie is out there, full of sorrow. Go and say a kind word to her.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
What shall I say to comfort her, when all the happiness has gone out of her life? [Magda jumps up in anguish.] Oh, Pastor, Pastor!
[Exit.