“Yes. You were very badly hurt and the Herr Doctor says you must be in bed for some time. To get up would mean your death.”
“Oh, please don’t tell me that,” begged Grace. “What is it you wish to know?”
“How many are with the American army that is marching on the Rhine?”
“Truly I cannot say, Frau.”
“Is it not true that they are planning to take revenge on the Rhine country when the Germans are helpless, having laid down their arms?”
“How do you mean?” demanded Grace.
“To turn the big guns on us?”
“No, my countrymen do not break their word, Frau.”
“I have heard that they plan to make it very hard for the peaceful Germans too. It would be wrong, it would be a crime, for the Germans are a kindly people. They love the Americans, but are sorry for them that they were so misled as to enter the war.”
“Sad to contemplate, isn’t it, Frau? I can almost weep over it myself. What has been done with the officer who was with me in the balloon?”