Isn't it good, Miss Magda, to be at home again?
MAGDA.
Oh, yes, except for the old aunt's sneaking about.
MARIE.
[Who is collecting the breakfast-things; laughing, but frightened.] Oh, Heavens, Magda!
HEFFTERDINGT.
Good-morning, Miss Marie.
MARIE.
Good-morning, Pastor.
[Exit, with the table.