MAGDA.
[After a silence.] Be happy, love your husband. And if you hold your first-born on your arm, in the face of the world [holding out her arms with angry emphasis]-- so, face to face, then think of one who-- Ah! some one's coming.
Enter Heffterdingt with a portfolio.
MAGDA.
[Crossing to him.] Oh, it's you. That's good. I wanted you.
HEFFTERDINGT.
You wanted me? What for?
MAGDA.
Only--I want to talk with you, holy man.