MRS. SCHWARTZE. What are you talking about? FRANZISKA. We know, we two. And to-day. Who brought back your daughter to you? MRS. SCHWARTZE. But she hasn't yet-- FRANZISKA. I brought back your daughter to you. And who thanks me for it? And who recognizes that I have pardoned her? For I have pardoned her [_weeping_] everything! _Enter_ Theresa, _in great excitement_. MARIE. What is it, Theresa? THERESA. I am so frightened-- MARIE. What's the matter? THERESA. The carriage-- MARIE. What carriage? THERESA. The same as last night. MARIE. Is it there? Is it there? [_Runs to the window_.] Mamma, mamma, come, she's there--the carriage-- MRS. SCHWARTZE. Why, there _is_ a carriage. MARIE. [_Beating on the door at the left_.] Papa, papa! Come quickly, be merciful, come quickly! [_Exit_ Theresa _at a sign from_ Franziska.] _Enter_ Schwartze. SCHWARTZE. What's the matter? MARIE. Magda--the carriage! SCHWARTZE. Good God! [_Hurries to the window_.] MARIE. Look--look! She's standing up! She's trying to look into the windows. [_Clapping her hands_.] Papa! papa! SCHWARTZE. What is it you have to say? MARIE. [_Frightened_.] I? Nothing. SCHWARTZE. Perhaps you were going to say, "She stood before your door and you would not open it." Eh? MARIE. Yes, yes. SCHWARTZE. Do you hear, wife? She stands before our door. Shall we--in spite of our pride--shall we call her in? MRS. SCHWARTZE. Oh, Leopold, since everybody thinks so much of her-- MARIE. Ah! She's driving away! SCHWARTZE. No, no, she's not. Come, we will bring her to you. FRANZISKA. Yes, yes, bring her to me, too. [_Exit_ Schwartze _and_ Mrs. Schwartze. MARIE. She's sitting back again! If only the carriage doesn't-- What a long time they are! They must have got downstairs. [_Frightened, almost beside herself_.] There--there--oh, don't go away! Magda! Magda! FRANZISKA. Don't scream so! What's the matter? MARIE.