Minna:
Heinrich Berg.
Arno:
No. To-morrow.
[Minna, now thoroughly scared, is slinking to the door when Hedwig stops her.]
Hedwig:
Ha! little Minna, why do you run so fast? Heinrich does not go until to-morrow. [Looks at her thoughtfully.] Are you going to be able to fight it through, little Minna, when the hard days come? If you do give the empire a soldier, will it be any comfort to know you are helping the falling birth-rate?
Minna: [Shivering.]
Oh, I am afraid of you!
Hedwig: