My God!
HEFFTERDINGT.
It was a long time before he recovered from the apoplectic stroke. Only a trembling in the right arm, which you perhaps have noticed, now remains.
MAGDA.
That is indeed a debt I owe.
HEFFTERDINGT.
Ah, if that were all, Miss Magda! Pardon me, I call you by the name I used long ago. It springs to my lips.
MAGDA.
Call me what you like. Go on.