MAGDA.
Of course. It's so with me! [Struck by a new thought.] Or perhaps you-- No, I'm not justified in that assumption. [Sharply.] Ah, such nonsense! it is only fit for fairy tales. Well, Pastor, I'll own that I like you now better, much better than of old when you--what shall I say?--made an honorable proposal.
HEFFTERDINGT.
H'm!