MAGDA.
[In a stifled voice.] Call them, then.
HEFFTERDINGT.
[Opening the door on the left.] She will stay.
Enter Marie; then Mrs. Schwartze, Franziska, and Schwartze. Marie throws herself joyfully into Magda's arms. Mrs. Schwartze also embraces her.
SCHWARTZE.
It was your duty, my child.
MAGDA.
Yes, father. [She softly takes his right hand in both of hers, and carries it tenderly to her lips.]