I wanted to be a good, true, loyal daughter of England. God knows I did. But they wouldn't let me. First father, then Otto, now myself— [Vehemently.] Very well, if they hate me, I hate them—why shouldn't I?
Mrs. Schiller.
Don't say that, Margaret. People can't go on
hating each other for ever. The war will come to
an end soon, and then all this bitterness will be
over.
Margaret.
Never! It will never be over, auntie.
Mrs. Schiller.
It will—I'm sure it will. And, meantime, if you
cannot find a situation there is always a home for
you here, as long as the doctor and I have a roof
to cover us.
Margaret.
But how long will that be, auntie? Uncle's pupils
are leaving him, aren't they?
Mrs. Schiller.
That's true. But there's his professorship, you
know. Your uncle's position at the College is so
secure. They worship him there, Margaret.
Margaret.
[Wearily.] Ah, well——
Mrs. Schiller.
Besides, there's Fritz. It's easy to see your
cousin is fond of you, and if you would only consent
