HEFFTERDINGT.
There will be no change in me, Miss Magda. [As he is going, he meets Schwartze in the doorway.]
Enter Schwartze.
SCHWARTZE.
Good-morning, my dear pastor! Will you go out on the porch for a moment? I will follow you. [Exit Heffterdingt.] Now, did you sleep well, my child? [Kisses her on the forehead.]
MAGDA.
Finely. In my old room I found the old sleep of childhood.
SCHWARTZE.
Had you lost it?