MARIE.
Sixty thousand marks.
MAGDA.
When can you be married? Must it be now, or will afternoon do?
MARIE.
Don't mock me, Magda.
MAGDA.
You must give me time to telegraph. One can't carry so much money about with one.
MARIE.
[Slowly taking it in, and then, with an outburst of joy, throwing herself at Magda's feet.] Magda!