My child, I warn you. You know I cannot do otherwise.
MAGDA.
Yes, father, you leave me no other way. Well, then, are you sure that you ought to force me upon this man--[Schwartze listens] that, according to your standards, I am altogether worthy of him? [Hesitating, looking into space.] I mean--that he was the only one in my life?
SCHWARTZE.
[Feels for the pistol-case and takes the pistol out.] You jade! [He advances upon her, trying to raise the weapon. At the same moment he falls back on the seat, where he remains motionless, with staring eyes, the pistol grasped in his hand, which hangs down by his side.]
MAGDA.
[With a loud cry.] Father! [She flies toward the stove for shelter from the weapon, then takes a few steps, with her hands before her face.] Father! [She sinks, with her knees in a chair, her face on the back. Calling and knocking outside. The door is broken open.] Enter Max, Marie, Heffterdingt, and Mrs. Schwartze.
MRS. SCHWARTZE.
Leopold, what's the matter? Leopold! [To the Pastor.] O my God, he's as he used to be!