MAGDA.
[In growing agony.] I will not, I will not. This house is not my home. My home is with my child!
HEFFTERDINGT.
This child, too. He will grow up fatherless, and will be asked, "Where is your father?" He will come and ask you, "Where is my father?" What can you answer him? And, Miss Magda, he who has not peace in his heart from the beginning will never win it in the end.