Then I must die,--then I must simply die. One cannot live on when one-- You are an officer's daughter. Don't you understand that?
MAGDA.
[Compassionately.] My God!
SCHWARTZE.
But before I die, I must set my home in order, must I not? Every one has something which he holds sacred. What is sacred to your inmost soul?
MAGDA.
My art.
SCHWARTZE.
No, that is not enough. It must be more sacred.