Doctor.

Remember her father—my poor brother Paul——

Fritz.
She may destroy this man who is destroying us.

Hoffmann.
She may.

Fritz.
Women have done such things before in the history of the world—why shouldn't Margaret?

Doctor.
Why shouldn't she?

Mrs. Schiller.
Gottfried!

Doctor.
Hush!

[Sounds of drawers being violently opened and closed within. Silence on stage, everybody motionless. Then Margaret returns, carrying suit-case, also cloak and hat.

Margaret.
[To Freda.] I've thrown your clothes on my bed, dear, and put in enough of my own for the present. Now, Otto, fetch me a taxi.

Otto.
[Who has been listening uneasily.] But, Margaret, isn't there something you've forgotten?