a successful doctor.
But that only seemed to have made him worse. He returned to Germany as
soon as he was of age, more German than the Germans, and despising
Americans.

I had often wondered what became of this highly interesting young woman,
and when I began to write _The White Morning_ she popped into my mind. I
believe she could be a leader of some kind if she chose. Perhaps she is.

The cases could be multiplied indefinitely. The Erkels and Mimi Brandt
are drawn, together with their conditions, almost photographically.
"Heloise" finally married a Scot and went with him to his own country,
but her sisters were dragging out their tragic lives when I left Munich.

A few days ago I met a highly intelligent American woman of German
blood who, before the war, used to visit her relatives in Germany every
year. I told her that I had written this story and she agreed with me
that it was on the cards the women would instigate a revolution.
"Never," she said, "in any country have I known such discontent among
women, heard so many bitter confidences. Their feelings against their
fathers or husbands were the more intense and violent because they dared
not speak out like English or American women."

There is no question that for about fifteen years before the war there
was a thinking, secret, silent, watchful but outwardly passive revolt
going on among the women of Germany. I do not think it had then reached
the working women. It took the war to wake them up. But in that vast
class which, in spite of racial industry, had a certain amount of
leisure, owing to the almost total absence of poverty in the Teutonic
Empire, and whose minds were educated and systematically trained, there
was persistent reading, meditating upon the advance of women in other
nations, quiet debating unsuspected of their masters; and they were
growing in numbers and in an almost sinister determination every year.
Of course there were plenty of hausfraus cowed to the door mat, and,
like the proletariat, needing a war to wake them up; but there were
several hundred thousand of the other sort.

Now, all these women need is a leader. The working women have their Rosa
Luxemburgs, who think out loud in public and get themselves locked up;
and, moreover, do not appeal to the other classes--for Germany is the
most snobbish country in the world. If there were--or if there is--such
a woman as Gisela Doering, who before the war had acquired a widespread
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