And a man who appeared so complacent had committed such butchery without encountering any danger whatever!--hidden in the water with his eye glued to the periscope, he had coldly ordered the sending of a torpedo against this floating and defenseless city ?...
"Such is war," said Freya.
"Of course it is war!" retorted the doctor as if offended at the propitiatory tone of her friend.

"And it is our right also.

They blockade us, and they wish our women and children to die of hunger, and so we kill theirs." The captain felt obliged to protest, in spite of the hidden nudges and gestures of his mistress.

The doctor had many times told him that, thanks to her organization, Germany could never know hunger, and that she could exist years and years on the consumption of her own product.
"That is so," replied the dame, "but war has to make itself ferocious, implacable, in order that it may not last so long.

It is our human duty to terrify the enemy with a cruelty beyond what they are able to imagine." The sailor slept badly that night, evidently greatly troubled.