Hilda
(Looking up at him tenderly)
Oh, Will, do you remember when he was born? (He soothes her.) And all we nursed him through afterwards; and all we taught him; all we tried to show him about war. (With a shrug of her shoulders.) None of it has mattered.
White
War is stronger than all that.
Hilda
So we mustn’t blame him. You won’t blame him?
White
He fears I will?