"Your blood is French, of course, or it was once, but you of Lorraine have had all the benefits of German culture and training.

A German you were born, a German you have remained, and a German you will be all your life.

The time is coming when we will extend the blessings of our German culture to all of France, and then to England, and then maybe to the whole world." Lieutenant Schmidt had drunk a great deal of beer, and even beer when taken in large quantities may be heady.

His tongue was loose and long.
"And to that distant and barbarous country, America, too," said John.
"Aye, and to the Americans also," said Lieutenant Schmidt.

"I hear that they don't love us, although they have much of our blood in their veins.
There are many people among them bearing German names who denounce us.
When we finish with our enemies here in Europe we'll teach the barbarous Americans to love the Kaiser." "A hard task," said John, with meaning.
"So it will be," said Lieutenant Schmidt, taking his meaning differently, "but the harder the task the better we Germans love it.
And now, Castel, here comes your passport.