Mother: [Slowly.]
I should like to see her wed.
Hoffman:
There!
Amelia: [Shrinking from both him and the idea.]
But I don't know you well enough yet.
Hoffman:
Well, look me over. Don't you think I am good enough for her, Mother? Besides, we can't stop to think of such things now, Amelia. It is war-time. This is an emergency measure. And, then, I'm a soldier—like to die for my country. That ought to count for something—a good deal, I should say—if you love your country, and you do, don't you, Amelia?
Amelia:
Oh, yes!