Produced by Suzanne Shell, Martin Pettit and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) A DIARY WITHOUT DATES * * * * * SOLDIERS' TALES OF THE GREAT WAR MY '75. From the French of PAUL LINTIER. 3s. 6d. net. ON TWO FRONTS. By Major H. M. ALEXANDER, D.S.O. 3s. 6d. net. NURSING ADVENTURES. (ANON.) Illustrated. 3s. 6d. net. FORCED TO FIGHT. By ERICH ERICHSEN. 2s. 6d. net. IN GERMAN HANDS. By CHARLES HENNEBOIS. 3s. 6d. net. "CONTEMPTIBLE." By "CASUALTY." 3s. 6d. net. ON THE ANZAC TRAIL. By "ANZAC." 3s. 6d. net. UNCENSORED LETTERS FROM THE DARDANELLES. Notes of a French Army Doctor. Illustrated. 3s. 6d. net. PRISONER OF WAR. By ANDRÉ WARNOD. Illustrated. 3s. 6d. net. IN THE FIELD (1914-15). The Impressions of an Officer of Light Cavalry. 3s. 6d. net. DIXMUDE. A Chapter in the History of the Naval Brigade, Oct.-Nov. 1914. By CHARLES LE GOFFIC. Illustrated. 3s. 6d. net. WITH MY REGIMENT. By "PLATOON COMMANDER." 3s. 6d. net. LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN * * * * * UNIFORM WITH THIS VOLUME THE LOVERS BY ELIZABETH ROBINS PENNELL "It is one of the most charming little books among the many that owe their genesis to the war. The letters might be described as a lyric of married love; and their beauty and passion are enhanced by the exquisite setting which Mrs. Pennell has given them."--_Yorkshire Post._ LONDON: WILLIAM HEINEMANN A DIARY WITHOUT DATES BY ENID BAGNOLD [Illustration: Logo] LONDON WILLIAM HEINEMANN _First printed January 1918_ _Second Impression February 1918_ _London: William Heinemann, 1918_ TO THAT FRIEND OF MINE WHO, WHEN I WROTE HIM ENDLESS LETTERS, SAID COLDLY, "WHY NOT KEEP SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF!" _I apologize to those whom I may hurt._ _Can I soothe them by pleading that one may only write what is true for oneself?_ _E. B._ CONTENTS I OUTSIDE THE GLASS DOORS II INSIDE THE GLASS DOORS III "THE BOYS ..." I OUTSIDE THE GLASS DOORS I like discipline. I like to be part of an institution. It gives one more liberty than is possible among three or four observant friends. It is always cool and wonderful after the monotone of the dim hospital, its half-lit corridors stretching as far as one can see, to come out into the dazzling starlight and climb the hill, up into the trees and shrubberies here. The wind was terrible to-night. I had to battle up, and the leaves were driven down the hill so fast that once I thought it was a motor-bicycle.