Mother: [Half to herself.]
He may look like Franz.
[Hedwig quickly seizes the pistol from the mantel-shelf and moves to the bedroom door.
Amelia, watching her, sees her do it, and cries out in alarm and rushes to take it from her.]
Amelia: [In horror.]
Hedwig! What are you doing? Give it to me! No, you must not! You have too much to live for.
AMELIA: No, you must not! You have too much to live for.
Hedwig: [Dazed.]