Hoffman:
When we are gone,—the best of us,—what will the country do if it has no children?
Hedwig:
Why didn't you think of that before—before you started this wicked war?
Hoffman:
I tell you it is a glory to be a war bride. There!
Hedwig: [With a shrug.]
A breeding-machine! [They all draw back.] Why not call it what it is? Speak the naked truth for once.
Hoffman:
You'll take that back to-morrow, when your sister stands up in the church with me.