Good! You may stand there proudly, but you might at least consider--
MAGDA.
Whom? [As he is silent.] Whom? The pillar! Ha, ha! The pillar begins to totter! Be easy, my dear friend. I am not revengeful. But when I look at you in all your cowardly dignity--unwilling to take upon you the slightest consequence of your doings, and contrast you with myself, who sank through your love to be a pariah and an outcast-- Ah, I'm ashamed of you. Pah!
VON KELLER.
For Heaven's sake! Your father! If he should see you like this!
MAGDA.
[In agony.] My father! [Escapes through the door of the dining-room, with her handkerchief to her face.]
Enter Schwartze, happy and excited, through the hall-door.
SCHWARTZE.
Ah, my dear Councillor--was that my daughter who just disappeared?