Man and Maid

Is some nerve being touched by the new treatment? I seem alternately to

be numb and perfectly indifferent to how the war is going, and then

madly interested. But I am too sensitive to leave my flat for any

meals--I drive whenever one of the "fluffies" (this is what Maurice

calls the widow, the divorcée and other rejoicers of men's war hearts)

can take me in her motor--No one else has a motor--There is no petrol

for ordinary people.

"It reminds one of Louis XV's supposed reply to his daughters"--I said

to Maurice yesterday. "When they asked him to make them a good road to

the Château of their dear Gouvernante, the Duchesse de la Bove--He

assured them he could not, his mistresses cost him too much! So they

paid for it themselves, hence the 'Chemin des Dames.'"

"What reminds you of what--?" Maurice asked, looking horribly puzzled.

"The fluffies being able to get the petrol--."

"But I don't see, the connection?"

"It was involved--the mistresses got the money which should have made

the road in those days, and now--."

Maurice was annoyed with himself; he could not yet see, and no wonder,

for it was involved!--but I am angry that the widow and the divorcée

both have motors and I none!

"Poor Odette--she hates taxis! Why should she not have a motor?--You are

grinchant, mon cher!--since she takes you out, too!"

"Believe me, Maurice, I am grateful, I shall repay all their

kindnesses--they have all indicated how I can best do so--but I like to

keep them waiting, it makes them more keen."

Maurice laughed again nervously.

"It is divine to be so rich, Nicholas"!

* * * * *

All sorts of people come to talk to me and have tea (I have a small

hoard of sugar sent from a friend in Spain). Amongst them an ancient

guardsman in some inspection berth here--He, like Burton, knows the

world.

He tests women by whether or no they take presents from him, he tells

me. They profess intense love which he returns, and then comes the

moment (he, like me, is disgustingly rich). He offers them a present,

some accept at once, those he no longer considers; others hesitate, and

say it is too much, they only want his affection--He presses them, they

yield--they too, are wiped off the list--and now he has no one to care

for, since he has not been able to find one who refuses his gifts. It

would be certainly my case also--were I to try.