Enter Mrs. Schwartze.
HEFFTERDINGT.
For Heaven's sake, hush!
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Excuse me, Pastor, I only wanted to know about supper. [Imploringly to Magda, who sits turned away with her hands before her face.] We happen to have a warm joint to-day. You know, Pastor, the gentlemen of the card-club were to be with us. Now, Magda, whether you're going away or not, can't you eat a mouthful in your father's house?
HEFFTERDINGT.
Don't ask now, my dear madam.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Oh, if I'm interrupting--I only thought--