Later.
MARIE.
[Appearing in the doorway.] Will she stay? [Magda shrinks at the sound of the voice.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
'Sh! [Exit Mrs. Schwartze and Marie.
HEFFTERDINGT.
You have no home, Miss Magda? Did you hear the old mother beseeching and alluring with the best that she has, though it's only a poor dish? Did you hear Marie's voice trembling with tears in the fear that I should not prevail? They trust me too much; they think I only need to speak the word. They don't suspect how helpless I stand here before you. Look! Behind that door are three people in a fever of sorrow and love. If you cross this threshold, you rob each of them of so much life. And you have no home?
MAGDA.
If I have one, it is not here.