“Mother,” said Elsa, “this gentleman has given me the great honour of
his love.”
“To accept it,” said the lady, “would be a dishonour so dreadful for a
good German girl that I refuse to believe it possible.”
“It is true, mother, and I am wonderfully happy.”
Elsa went over to her mother, sinking down on her knees, and kissing
the lady’s hand. But Frau von Kreu-zenach withdrew her hand quickly, and
then rose from her chair and stood behind her husband, with one hand on
his shoulder.
The old man had found his means of speech at last.
He spoke in a low, stern voice to his daughter. Brand was ignored by him
as by the mother. They did not recognise his presence.
“My daughter,” he said (if Brand remembered his words) “the German
people have been brought to ruin and humiliated by one nation in Europe
who was jealous of our power and genius. That nation was England, our
treacherous, hypocritical enemy. Without England, France would have been
smashed. Without England, our Emperor would have prevailed over all his
enemies. Without the English blockade we should not have been weakened
by hunger, deprived of the raw material necessary to victory, starved so
that our children died and our will to win was sapped. They were English
soldiers who killed my dear son Heinrich, and your brother. The flower
of German manhood was slain by the English in Flanders and on the
Somme.”
The General spoke very quietly, with an intensity of effort to be calm.
But suddenly his voice rose, said Brand, to a kind of harsh shout.
“Any German girl who permits herself to love an Englishman is a
traitorous hussy. I would have her stripped and flogged. The curse of
our old German God shall follow her.”
Another silence, in which there was no sound except the noisy breathing
of the old man, was broken by the hard voice of Frau von Kreuzenach.
“Your father has spoken, Elsa. There is no more to say.”
Elsa had become very pale, but she was smiling at Brand, he told me, and
still held his hand in a tight grip.
“There is something more to say, my dear father and mother,” she
answered. “It is that I love Captain Brand, and that I will follow him
anywhere in the world if he will take me. For love is stronger than
hate, and above all nationality.”
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