Myself (stepping back so as to have more room)—a broad sweeping movement. More particularly my idea is——
[It is a curious thing, but I can never remember the rest of this speech when I wake up. I know it disclosed a very masterly piece of tactics ... the region of the Argonne ... a point d'appui.... No, it has gone again. But I fancy the word "wedge" came in somewhere.]
French. Marvellous!
Joffre. Magnifique!
Myself (modestly). Of course it's only an idea I jotted down on the boat, but I think there's something in it.
French. My dear Major, you have saved Europe.
Joffre (unpinning medal from his coat). In the name of France I give you this. But you have a medal already, Monsieur?
Myself (proudly). My special constable's badge, General. I shall be proud to see the other alongside it.
The scene fades.
[I can only suppose that at this moment I am moved by the desire to save useless bloodshed, for I next find myself with the enemy.]