It's in God's hand. But I implore you-- Come here, my child--nearer--so-- [He draws her down to him, and takes her head between his hands.] I implore you--let me be happy in my dying hour. Tell me that you have remained pure in body and soul, and then go with my blessing on your way.
MAGDA.
I have remained--true to myself, dear father.
SCHWARTZE.
How? In good or in ill?
MAGDA.
In what--for me--was good.
SCHWARTZE.
[Blankly.] In what--for you--then?