That would be best.
HEFFTERDINGT.
How will it be with you if in your death-hour a longing for your lost child comes upon you, and all you can say to yourself is, "She stood before my door and I would not open it"?
SCHWARTZE.
[Shaken and half convinced.] What would you have me do? Must I abase myself before my runaway child?
HEFFTERDINGT.
No, you shall not do that. I--I--will go to her.
SCHWARTZE.
You? Pastor--you?