Dear Miss Magda, there comes an hour to almost every man when he collects the broken pieces of his life, to form them together into a new design. I have found it so with myself. And now it is your turn.
MAGDA.
I will not do it--I will not do it.
HEFFTERDINGT.
You will have to.
MAGDA.
I would rather take my child in my arms and throw myself into the sea.
HEFFTERDINGT.
[Suppresses a violent start; continues after a silence, hoarsely.] Of course, that is the simplest solution. And your father can follow you.