"They say in this paper that very soon I shall be called to a very important position at the Foreign Office."
Catherine, without appearing to have heard me, replied:
"Will you make me a promise?"
"What is it?"
"I shall send Irene to you to the chalet, but I do not wish to see you to-day. You will not be vexed with me?" she said, sadly, to me, holding out her hand.
"No, certainly not," I said, much surprised, however, at this sudden determination.
THE GROVE, 13th May, 18—.
How long is it since this journal was interrupted? I know not. I cannot remember.
Besides, what do I know now? What do I remember?
All that has happened, is it not a dream, a dream so dazzling that I ask myself where is the limit of reality? Where ends the dream? Where commences the awakening?