Man and Maid

But what is the good of it all? She has not returned, and now something

must be done.

But on this day of days no one could be found to attend to anything!

Shops were shut, post offices did not work. The city was mad with

rejoicing.

At luncheon I ate,--gulped down my food. Burton's calm reassured me.

"You don't think anything has happened, do you Burton?"

"No, Sir Nicholas. Her Ladyship is no doubt with her family. I don't

feel that anything is amiss. Her Grace returns to-morrow anyway, and we

can hear for sure then. Would you not care to drive out and see the

people, Sir? It is a day!"

But I told him no. He must go, they all could go. I would wait in and

could now attend to myself! But I knew somehow that the dear old boy

would not leave me.

The hours went by, the shouting grew louder, as bands passed on their

way to the Champs Elysées to see the cannon, which I heard were now

dragged there. Burton came in from time to time to tell me the news,

gathered from the concierge below.

I telephoned to Maurice, he was wild with delight! They were going to

have a great dinner at the Ritz and then go and farandole in the

streets with the people, would not we (we!) join them!

Everyone was going. Odette telephoned too, and Daisy Ryven. All were

rejoicing and happy.

The agony grew and grew. What if she means to leave me and has just

disappeared, not telling me on purpose to punish me? At this thought I

went frantically into her room again, and looked on the dressing-table.

The ring cases were there in a drawer in the William and Mary

looking-glass, but no rings. No, if she had not meant to return she

would have left them behind her. This gave me hope.

I had the fire lit. Burton lit it, everyone else was out.

Of course the crowd has prevented her returning. There would be great

difficulty in getting back from Auteuil.

Some of the fellows of the Supreme War Council rang up. They were less

exhilarated by the news. A pity, they thought. Foch could have entered

Berlin in a week!

At last, when I had been pacing like a restless tiger, and twilight was

coming, I sank into my chair overcome with the strain.

I did not mean to feel the drivel of self pity, but it is a ghastly

thing to be all alone and anxious, when everyone else is shouting for

joy.