SCHWARTZE.
[After brooding for a time.] Magda!
MARIE.
[Running in anxiously.] For Heaven's sake, what's the matter?
SCHWARTZE.
[ Chokingly.] Magda,--I want Magda.
MARIE.
[ Goes to the door and opens it.] She's coming now--down the stairs.
SCHWARTZE.
So! [Pulls himself together with an effort.]