_]
_Hertz:_
Is this true? You expect--
_Hedwig:_ [_Proudly, scornfully._]
You will not shoot me if I give you a soldier for your empire and your
armies and your guns, will you, Herr Captain?
_Hertz:_
Why--eh, no. Every child counts these times. But we will put you under
lock and key. You are a firebrand. I warned you. Come along.
_Hedwig:_
You want my child, but still you will not promise me what I asked you.
Well, we shall see.
_Hertz:_
Come along.
_Hedwig:_
Give me just a moment. I want to send a message to the emperor. Will you
take it for me, Herr Captain?
_Mother:_ [_Signing._]
Humor her.
_Hertz:_
Well, well, hurry up!
[_Hedwig sits at table and writes a brief note._]
_Mother:_ [_Whispering._]
She has lost Franz. She is crazed.
_Hedwig:_ [_Rising._]
There. See that it is placed in the hands of the emperor. [_Gives him
the note._] Good-by, Amelia! Never be a war bride, Amelia.
[_Kisses her three times_,] Good-by, Mother.
[_Embraces her tenderly._] Thank you for these.
[_She gathers the baby things in her hands, crosses the room, pressing a
little sock to her lips.
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