Yes, it cannot be helped. Will you see my Franz, Arno? You look so like him to-day—the day I first saw him in the fields, the day of the factory picnic. It seems long ago. Tell him how happy he made me, and how I loved him. He didn't believe in this war no more than I, yet he had to go. He dreaded lest he meet his friends on the other side. You remember those two young men from across the border? They worked all one winter side by side in the factory with Franz. They went home to join their regiments when the war was let loose on us. He never could stand it, Franz couldn't, if he were ordered to drive his bayonet into them. [Gets up, full of emotion that is past expression.] Oh, it is too monstrous! And for what—for what?
Arno:
It is our duty. We belong to the fatherland. I would willingly give my life for my country.
Hedwig:
I would willingly give mine for peace.
Arno:
I must go. Good-by, Hedwig.
Hedwig: [Controlling her emotion as she kisses him.]
Good-by, my brave, splendid little brother.
Amelia: