'elp poor boys like you。 Because I am a German they would throw me
out a 'undred times； even if I was good。 It is the same in Germany；
in France； in Russia； everywhere。 But do you think I will believe in
Love and Christ and God and all thatNot I！ I think we are animals
that's all！ Oh； yes！ you fancy it is because my life has spoiled
me。 It is not that at allthat is not the worst thing in life。 The
men I take are not ni…ice； like you； but it's their nature； andthey
help me to live； which is something for me； anyway。 No； it is the
men who think themselves great and good and make the war with their
talk and their hate； killing us allkilling all the boys like you；
and keeping poor People in prison； and telling us to go on hating；
and all these dreadful cold…blood creatures who write in the papers
the same in my countryjust the same； it is because of all of them
that I think we are only animals。
＇The YOUNG OFFICER gets up； acutely miserable。＇
＇She follows him with her eyes。＇
GIRL。 Don't mind me talkin'； ni…ice boy。 I don't know anyone to
talk to。 If you don't like it； I can be quiet as a mouse。
YOUNG OFF。 Oh； go on！ Talk away； I'm not obliged to believe you；
and I don't。
＇She； too； is on her feet now； leaning against the wall； her
dark dress and white face just touched by the slanting
moonlight。 Her voice comes again； slow and soft and bitter。＇
GIRL。 Well； look here； ni…ice boy； what sort of world is it； where
millions are being tortured； for no fault of theirs； at all？ A
beautiful world； isn't it？ 'Umbog！ Silly rot； as you boys call it。
You say it is all 〃Comrades〃 and braveness out there at the front；
and people don't think of themselves。 Well； I don't think of myself
veree much。 What does it matter？ I am lost now； anyway。 But I
think of my people at 'ome； how they suffer and grieve。 I think of
all the poor people there； and here； how lose those they love； and
all the poor prisoners。 Am I not to think of them？ And if I do； how
am I to believe it a beautiful world； ni…ice boy？
＇He stands very still； staring at her。＇
GIRL。 Look here！ We haf one life each； and soon it is over。 Well；
I think that is lucky。
YOUNG OFF。 No！ There's more than that。
GIRL。 ＇Softly＇ Ah！ You think the war is fought for the future； you
are giving your lives for a better world； aren't you？
YOUNG OFF。 We must fight till we win。
GIRL。 Till you win。 My people think that too。 All the peoples
think that if they win the world will be better。 But it will not；
you know； it will be much worse； anyway。
＇He turns away from her； and catches up his cap。 Her voice
follows him。＇
GIRL。 I don't care which win。 I don't care if my country is beaten。
I despise them allanimals animals。 Ah！ Don't go； ni…ice boy； I
will be quiet now。
＇He has taken some notes from his tunic pocket； he puts then on
the table and goes up to her。＇
YOUNG OFF。 Good…night。
GIRL。 ＇Plaintively＇ Are you really going？ Don't you like me
enough？
YOUNG OFF。 Yes； I like you。
GIRL。 It is because I am German； then？
YOUNG OFF。 No。
GIRL。 Then why won't you stay？
YOUNG OFF。 ＇With a shrug＇ If you must knowbecause you upset me。
GIRL。 Won't you kees me once？
＇He bends； puts his lips to her forehead。 But as he takes them
away she throws her head back； presses her mouth to his； and
clings to him。＇
YOUNG OFF。 ＇Sitting down suddenly＇ Don't！ I don't want to feel a
brute。
GIRL。 ＇Laughing＇ You are a funny boy； but you are veree good。 Talk
to me a little； then。 No one talks to me。 Tell me； haf you seen
many German prisoners？
YOUNG OFF。 ＇Sighing＇ A good many。
GIRL。 Any from the Rhine？
YOUNG OFF。 Yes； I think so。
GIRL。 Were they veree sad？
YOUNG OFF。 Some were； some were quite glad to be taken。
GIRL。 Did you ever see the Rhine？ It will be wonderful to…night。
The moonlight will be the same there； and in Rooshia too； and France；
everywhere； and the trees will look the same as here； and people will
meet under them and make love just as here。 Oh！ isn't it stupid； the
war？ As if it were not good to be alive！
YOUNG OFF。 You can't tell how good it is to be alive till you're
facing death。 You don't live till then。 And when a whole lot of you
feel like thatand are ready to give their lives for each other；
it's worth all the rest of life put together。
＇He stops； ashamed of such； sentiment before this girl； who
believes in nothing。＇
GIRL。 ＇Softly＇ How were you wounded； ni…ice boy？
YOUNG OFF。 Attacking across open ground： four machine bullets got me
at one go off。
GIRL。 Weren't you veree frightened when they ordered you to attack？
＇He shakes his head and laughs。＇
YOUNG OFF。 It was great。 We did laugh that morning。 They got me
much too soon； thougha swindle。
GIRL。 ＇Staring at him＇ You laughed？
YOUNG OFF。 Yes。 And what do you think was the first thing I was
conscious of next morning？ My old Colonel bending over me and giving
me a squeeze of lemon。 If you knew my Colonel you'd still believe in
things。 There is something； you know； behind all this evil。 After
all； you can only die once； and； if it's for your countryall the
better！
＇Her face； in the moonlight； with； intent eyes touched up with
black； has a most strange； other…world look。＇
GIRL。 No； I believe in nothing； not even in my country。 My heart is
dead。
YOUNG OFF。 Yes； you think so； but it isn't； you know； or you
wouldn't have 'been crying when I met you。
GIRL。 If it were not dead； do you think I could live my life…walking
the streets every night； pretending to like strange men； never
hearing a kind word； never talking； for fear I will be known for a
German？ Soon I shall take to drinking； then I shall be 〃Kaput〃 veree
quick。 You see； I am practical； I see things clear。 To…night I am a
little emotional； the moon is funny； you know。 But I live for myself
only； now。 I don't care for anything or anybody。
YOUNG OFF。 All the same； just now you were pitying your folk at
home； and prisoners and that。
GIRL。 Yees； because they suffer。 Those who suffer are like meI
pity myself； that's all； I am different from your English women。 I
see what I am doing； I do not let my mind become a turnip just
because I am no longer moral。
YOUNG OFF。 Nor your heart either； for all you say。
GIRL。 Ni…ice boy； you are veree obstinate。 But all that about love
is 'umbog。 We love ourselves； noting more。
At that intense soft bitterness in her voice； he gets up；
feeling stifled； and stands at the window。 A newspaper boy some
way off is calling his wares。 The GIRL's fingers slip between
his own； and stay unmoving。 He looks round into her face。 In
spite of make…up it has a queer； unholy； touching beauty。
YOUNG OFF。 ＇With an outburst＇ No； we don't only love ourselves；
there is more。 I can't explain； but there's something great； there's
kindnessandand…
＇The shouting of newspaper boys grows louder and their cries；
passionately vehement； clash into each other and obscure each
word。 His head goes up to listen； her hand tightens within his
armshe too is listening。 The cries come nearer； hoarser； more
shrill and clamorous； the empty moonlight outside seems suddenly
crowded with figures； footsteps； voices； and a fierce distant
cheering。 〃Great victorygreat victory！ Official！ British！
'Eavy defeat of the 'Uns！ Many thousand prisoners！ 'Eavy
defeat！〃 It speeds by； intoxicating； filling him with a fearful
joy； he leans far out； waving his cap and cheering like a
madman； the night seems to flutter and vibrate and answer。 He
turns to rush down into the street； strikes against something
soft； and recoils。 The GIRL stands with hands clenched； and
face convulsed； panting。 All confused with the desire to do
something； he stoops to kiss her hand。 She snatches away her
fingers； sweeps up the notes he has put down； and holds them out
to him。＇
GIRL。 Take themI will not haf your English moneytake them。
Suddenly she tears them across； twice； thrice； lets the bits。
flutter to the floor； and turns her back on him。 He stands
looking at her leaning against the plush…covered table； her head
down； a dark figure in a dark room； with the moonlight
sharpening her outline。 Hardly a moment he stays； then makes
for the door。 When he is gone； she still stands there； her chin
on her breast； with the sound in her ears of cheering； of
hurrying feet； and voices crying： 〃'Eavy Defeat！〃 stands； in the
centre of a pattern made by the fragments of the torn…up notes；
staring out unto the moonlight； seeing not this hated room and
the hated Square outside； but a German orchard； and herself； a
little girl； plucking apples； a big dog beside her； and a
hundred other pictures； such as the drowning see。 Then she
sinks down on the floor； lays her forehead on the dusty carpet；
and presses her body to it。 Mechanically； she sweeps to