MAGDA.

[Gazing at it.] Oh, look! The dear old lamp! [The women go slowly out.]

[Stretching out his hands.] This is your greatest work, Pastor.

Oh, don't, I beg you! And there's a condition attached.

A condition?

We must not ask about her life.

[Startled.] What? What? I must, not--

No, no; you must not ask--you must not ask--or-- [Struck by a new thought.] If you do not--yes--I am sure she will confess everything herself.