“Germany is beaten. The Hindenburg line is broken, and revolution has begun in Berlin.”
“Does that mean that the war will soon be at an end?”
“It must be.”
She hesitates for a moment, then she says, with a quivering at her heart:
“But surely you are glad of that, Oskar—that the war will soon be at an end?”
He looks into her face and then turns away his own.
“I don’t know. I can’t say,” he answers.
She looks after him as he goes off. Her eyes gleam and her heart throbs.