Hertz:
Well, well, hurry up!
[Hedwig sits at table and writes a brief note.]
Mother: [Whispering.]
She has lost Franz. She is crazed.
Hedwig: [Rising.]
There. See that it is placed in the hands of the emperor. [Gives him the note.] Good-by, Amelia! Never be a war bride, Amelia.
[Kisses her three times,] Good-by, Mother.
[Embraces her tenderly.] Thank you for these.
[She gathers the baby things in her hands, crosses the room, pressing a little sock to her lips. As she passes the cupboard she deftly seizes the pistol, and moves into the bedroom. On the threshold she looks over her shoulder.]