Thank Heaven! Now we can have supper at last! [Opens the sliding door into the dining-room. The supper-table is seen, all set, and lighted brightly by a green-shaded hanging-lamp.]
MAGDA.
[Gazing at it.] Oh, look! The dear old lamp! [The women go slowly out.]
SCHWARTZE.
[Stretching out his hands.] This is your greatest work, Pastor.
HEFFTERDINGT.
Oh, don't, I beg you! And there's a condition attached.
SCHWARTZE.
A condition?