[Exit, with a bow.
MAGDA.
[Stretching herself.] So! Now I'm the old Magda again. [Schwartze locks the three doors silently.] Do you think, father, that I shall become docile by being shut up?
SCHWARTZE.
So! Now we are alone. No one sees us but He who sees us--there [pointing upward] Quiet yourself, my child. We must talk together.
MAGDA.
[Sits down.] Good! We can come to an understanding, then,--my home and I.
SCHWARTZE.
Do you see that I am now quite calm?