MAGDA.
[Starting and listening.] 'Sh!
HEFFTERDINGT.
What's the matter?
MAGDA.
Nothing, it's only my stupid nervousness; not on my own account, believe me, only out of pity for all these. We shall still be friends?
HEFFTERDINGT.
As long as you need me.
MAGDA.
And when I cease to need you?