MAGDA.
Really! Such magnanimity! I hardly-- Do you really forgive everything? From top to bottom? Even that you stirred up my mother against me before she ever came into the house? That you made my father--[Puts her hand to her lips.] Meglio tacere! Meglio tacere!
MARIE.
[Interrupting.] For Heaven's sake, Magda!
MAGDA.
Yes, my darling--nothing, not a word.
FRANZISKA.
She has a fine presence!
MAGDA.
And now let me look about me! Ah, everything's just the same. Not a speck of dust has moved.