They accepted gratefully. The moment the elder understood what it was
that my eager words were pressing on her, she drew the pins out of her
toque and laid it on the chair again; and so did the other one, smiling
at me.
When the Antoines came home I went out to meet them. By that time my
guests were shut up in their bedrooms with new toothbrushes. They had
gone up very early, both of them so stiff that they could hardly walk.
Till they did go up, what moments I had been able to spare from my hasty
preparations for their comfort had been filled entirely, as earlier in
the day, by the elder one's gratitude; there had still been no chance of
real talk.
'_J'ai des visites_,' I said to the Antoines, going out to meet them
when, through the silence of the evening, I heard their steps coming up
the path.
Antoine wasn't surprised. He just said, '_Ca sera comme autrefois_,' and
began to shut the shutters.
But I am. I can't go to bed, I'm so much surprised. I've been sitting
up here scribbling when I ought to have been in bed long ago. Who would
have thought that the day that began so emptily would end with two of my
rooms full,--each containing a widow? For they are widows, they told me:
widows who have lost their husbands by peaceful methods, nothing to do
with the war. Their names are Mrs. Barnes and Mrs. Jewks,--at least that
is what the younger one's sounded like; I don't know if I have spelt it
right. They come from Dulwich. I think the elder one had a slight
misgiving at the last, and seemed to remember what was due to the Lord
Mayor, when she found herself going to bed in a strange house belonging
to somebody of whom she knew nothing; for she remarked a little
doubtfully, and with rather a defensive eye fixed on me, that the war
had broken down many barriers, and that people did things now that they
wouldn't have dreamed of doing five years ago.
The other one didn't say nothing, but actually kissed me. I hope she
wasn't again mistaking me for Siegfried.
_August 15th_
My guests have gone again, but only to fetch their things and pay their
hotel bill, and then they are coming back to stay with me till it is a
little cooler. They are coming back to-morrow, not to-day. They are
entangled in some arrangement with their pension that makes it difficult
for them to leave at once.
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