Hedwig:
No; I am thinking of Franz. He may be lying there alone on the battle-field, with none to help, and I here longing to put my arms around him.
[Buries her face on the mother's knees and sobs.]
Mother:
Hush, Hedwig! Be brave! Take care of yourself! We must see that Franz's child is well born.
Hedwig:
If Franz returns, yes; if not—I—
[Gets up impulsively, as if to run out of the house.]
Amelia:
Don't you want your tea, Hedwig?