A line to announce this loss which clouded my campaign, a pitying allusion to the misery of the survivor. What should I add? I was not dissatisfied with the manly words in which I describe us as sending a friendly greeting to a few beings in the world, just as we were about to hurl ourselves into the ghastly furnace.
I re-read them with a smile, half-tender, half-sceptical, and slowly and rather dreamily, I addressed the envelope.
Mademoiselle Jeannine Landry
rue Faidherbe.
St-Mandé.
When should I be able to despatch this letter?
Perhaps I should fall with it on my breast....
And people would think I had been writing to my fiancée!
AWAITING OUR CUE