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.