German. Animals will die for their babies. That is nothing.
American. Vurry true. I carry it further. I postulate we would all die for that baby if a locomotive was to trundle up right here and try to handle it. I'm an idealist. [To the German.] I guess you don't know how good you are. [As the German is twisting up the ends of his mustache—to the Englishwoman.] I should like to have you express an opinion, ma'am. This is a high subject.
Englishwoman. I beg your pardon.
American. The English are vurry humanitarian; they have a vurry high sense of duty. So have the Germans, so have the Amurricans. [To the Dutch Youth.] I judge even in your little country they have that. This is a vurry civilized epoch. It is an epoch of equality and high-toned ideals. [To the Little Man.] What is your nationality, sir?
Little Man. I'm afraid I'm nothing particular. My father was half-English and half-American, and my mother half-German and half-Dutch.
American. My! That's a bit streaky, any old way. [The Policeman passes again.] Now, I don't believe we've much use any more for those gentlemen in buttons, not amongst the civilized peoples. We've grown kind of mild—we don't think of self as we used to do. [The Waiter has appeared in the doorway.]
German [in a voice of thunder]. Cigarren! Donnerwetter!
American [shaking his fist at the vanishing Waiter]. That flash of beer!
Waiter. Komm' gleich!
American. A little more, and he will join George Washington! I was about to remark when he intruded: The kingdom of Christ nowadays is quite a going concern. The Press is vurry enlightened. We are mighty near to universal brotherhood. The colonel here [he indicates the German], he doesn't know what a lot of stock he holds in that proposition. He is a man of blood and iron, but give him an opportunity to be magnanimous, and he'll be right there. Oh, sir! yes. [The German, with a profound mixture of pleasure and cynicism, brushes up the ends of his mustache.]