“No, Madame Bonnèt, the letter is only personal. I am sorry you hurried to bring it to me,” Nona explained, wondering if Madame Bonnèt and Berthe were as amazed as she was by Captain Martin’s action, and also wondering how much she betrayed her own confusion.
But, fortunately, Madame Bonnèt and Berthe insisted on returning home immediately, so that Nona could go upstairs to her room alone.
If she had been surprised earlier in the evening, she was the more so now. Captain Martin had written her a letter which one might have believed a poet could have written, never a soldier. Certainly she had misunderstood his character. But then do men and women ever understand each other?
However, Nona’s last thought was that she would ask Philip Dawson to call upon Sonya Valesky in New York—and then if Sonya liked him—
However, Nona really knew that no one’s opinion would make a great deal of difference now that she was infinitely surer of her own mind than she would have believed possible an hour before.
Well, she had kept faith with herself after all, having always insisted if she ever married she wished an American husband, and now she had found him in France.
But France was to set her seal upon American lives and hearts in many ways before this war ended. The American solders’ work in France had only just begun.
THE END.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.