"Oh yes--I understand ... But to begin with, you can't be in earnest. And even if you are, ... what good is it to me?"
"It will provide for your future."
"My future is provided for.... I have all I want. Good food, ... and I am dressed like a lady. What can I possibly want besides?"
"But we may not go on living always together like this."
She gave a cry of dismay. "Are you thinking of packing me off, Herr?" she asked with tightly clasped hands.
"Not now. But suppose I were to die."
She shook her head meditatively. "I should die too," she said.
"Or I might have to go to the war again?"
"Then I should go with you as a vivandière."
Her persistence annoyed him. "Do as you like," he said, "only take what I give you."