We sat and talked together till very late that night. The lamps were lit outside, those cheerless, darkened lamps, and the noise in the streets went on.
We bathed John by the fire, in George’s big blue basin and we put him to sleep on the sofa, and then we made our supper.
And Mollie talked of Salonika and what she had done there, and we talked of little things, little everyday things, and I stayed there that night, and in the morning, it was better.
The next day I went home. I told Walter where I had been. I told him that I got caught in the crowd, and that Mollie had come back, and he did not ask me questions.
I wondered sometimes, with Walter, how much he understood.
And that was the first day after the Armistice. The beginning of the time that has been, since the War.
PART FOUR
They came and went and are not,
And come no more anew,
And all the years and seasons