MAGDA.

Where has the pastor gone?

MARIE.

Into the garden. Mamma is with him.

MAGDA.

If father asks for me, say I shall wait there. [Nods towards left.]

MARIE.

And haven't you a word for me, Magda?

MAGDA.

Oh, yes. Fear nothing. [Kisses her on the forehead.] Everything will come out well, so well--no, no, no. [In weary bitterness.] Everything will come out quite well. [Exit, left. Marie goes into the dining-room.]