Lady Thormonde had been there in the morning, I was told, but the Duchesse had left for Hautevine at two o'clock.--No one was in the house now.--No, they did not know Lady Hilda Bulteel's telephone number. She had no telephone they supposed.--No, they did not know the address. Auteuil, and the name Bulteel, that is all! Perhaps something could be done on a week-day, but on a Sunday night, in war time, all was impossible. And at last in an agony of doubt and apprehension, I consented to retire to bed. Had I made some mistake? I tried to remember. She had said she meant to decide if she could bear the situation or no, and that she was going to her mother. She wanted to be with her. She had been ill and could not start. Yes, of course that is it. The mother is ill, and they have no telephone. I must wait until the morning. She cannot really mean not to come back. In any case she would have let me know. But what an agony of suspense! Burton came and gave me my medicine, when I was in bed, and although I knew it was a camouflaged sleeping draught, I drank it. I just could not bear it any longer. But I only slept until four, and now I am sitting up writing this, and I feel as if every queer force was abroad, and that all sorts of momentous things are happening.--Oh, when will daylight come-- * * * * * I was awakened by cannon! I leaped from my bed. Yes, leaped! I had been dreaming that a surprise party of Germans were attacking the trench, and I was just rallying the men for a final dash when heavy guns began a bombardment which was unexpected.--Oh God! let me get up and over the top in time! Wild with excitement, I was now wide awake! Yes, there were cannons booming! Had Bertha begun again? What was happening? Then I heard murmurs in the street. I rang the bell violently. I had slept very late. Burton rushed in. "An Armistice, Sir Nicholas," he cried joyously. "It's true after all!" An Armistice! Oh, God! So at last, at last we have won, and it has not been all in vain! I shook with emotion. How utterly absorbed in my own affairs I had been not to have taken in that this was coming. George Harcourt had telephoned that he had news for me, I remember now, while we were at the Hotel de Courville on Saturday, and I had paid no attention. I was too excited all through breakfast to feel renewed anxiety about Alathea. I was accepting the fact that she had stayed with her mother. Surely, surely she would be in soon now! The oculist, and his artist-craftsman, would be arriving soon, at eleven o'clock, if the excitement of an Armistice does not prevent them! I hope all that won't be going on when Alathea does come in! Burton has questioned her maid. She knows nothing of Miladi's movements only that she herself had been given permission to go out for the day. All the servants have gone more or less crazy! Pierre hopped in just now, jolly old chap! and in his excitement embraced me on both cheeks!