That Sunday morning, everything was quite normal. Franz's classmates and teacher were already in the class but there was no sound of opening and closing of desks. Even unison repetition of lessons and rapping of teacher's great ruler was absent. It was all due to the order from Berlin that from then onwards, only German would be taught in the schools of Alsace and Lorraine instead of French. Then only the people realised how precious their language was to them. That day, all the villagers occupied the back benches in the classroom to attend the last French lesson and to mark the respect for their French teacher, Mr. M. Hamel, who devoted his selfless service to the society. They felt very sad. They also regretted not learning French properly. Franz was shocked to hear this news and Hamel's words were like thunderclaps to him. He was so sorry French before and for having wasted his time. His books suddenly became his friends. Even Mr . Hamel talked a lot about the French language. According to him, it was the most beautiful language in the world. It was the most logical one too. He asked his students never to forget this language.