_Hoffman:_
I am going straight to headquarters to report you.
[_Starts to go.
Enter Arno excitedly. He is boyish and fair, in his early twenties, and
looks even younger than he really is._]
_Arno:_ [_To Hoffman._]
There's an order to march at once--your regiment.
_Hoffman:_
Now?
_Arno:_
At once. You are wanted. They told me to tell you.
[Illustration: ARNO: You are wanted.]
[_Hoffman moves with military precision to the door; then turns to
Hedwig._]
_Hoffman:_
I shall take the time to report you.
[_Goes._]
_Minna:_ [_To Arno._]
Does Heinrich's regiment go, too?
_Arno:_
Heinrich who?
_Minna:_
Heinrich Berg.
_Arno:_
No. To-morrow.
[_Minna, now thoroughly scared, is slinking to the door when Hedwig
stops her._]
_Hedwig:_
Ha! little Minna, why do you run so fast? Heinrich does not go until
to-morrow. [_Looks at her thoughtfully._] Are you going to be able to
fight it through, little Minna, when the hard days come? If you do give
the empire a soldier, will it be any comfort to know you are helping the
falling birth-rate?
_Minna:_ [_Shivering._]
Oh, I am afraid of you!
_Hedwig:_
Afraid of the truth, you mean.
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