[Pleased, but confused.] This is a view which--
MAGDA.
Which is very convenient for you. But why should I not make it convenient for you? In the manner in which we met, you had no obligations towards me. I had left my home; I was young and innocent, hot-blooded and careless, and I lived as I saw others live. I gave myself to you because I loved you. I might perhaps have loved any one who came in my way. That--that seemed to be all over. And we were so happy,--weren't we?
VON KELLER.
Ah, when I think of it, my heart seems to stop beating.
MAGDA.
There in the old attic, five flights up, we three girls lived so merrily in our poverty. Two hired pianos, and in the evening bread and dripping. Emmy used to warm it herself over the oil-stove.
VON KELLER.
And Katie with her verses! Good Lord! What has become of them?