No, no, I'm not out of my mind. I know quite well-- [Magda appears at the door, left.]
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
What have you done to him?
SCHWARTZE.
Yes, what have you--what have you? That is my daughter. What shall I do with my daughter now?
MAGDA.
[Humbly, almost beseechingly.] Father, isn't it best, after what has happened, that you should let me go,--that you should drive me into the streets? You must get free of me if this house is to be pure again.
SCHWARTZE.
So, so, so! You think, then, you have only to go--to go away, out there, and all will be as before? And we? What will become of us? I--good God!--I--I have one foot in the grave--soon it will be over--but the mother, and your sister--your sister.