_Minna:_ [_Pertly._]

You're a war bride yourself, Hedwig.


_Hedwig:_ [_Turns quickly, locates Minna, almost springs at her._]

Don't you dare to call me a war bride! My ring is gold. See. [_Seizes
Minna's hand, and then throws it from her._] Not iron, like yours.


_Minna:_

[_Boldly taunting._]

They even call you the first war bride.


_Hedwig:_ [_Furious, towering over her, her hand on her shoulder._]

Say why, why?


_Minna:_ [_Weakening._]

Because you were the first one to be married when the war broke out.


_Hedwig:_ [_Both hands on her shoulders._]