We had nothing to eat, and we slept on the floor of the train, the Germans kept us locked in, and, all through even Holland, we were under arrest.
But nothing mattered, because I was so happy at thought of meeting you.
As I said neither of us was at fault.

You just HAD to go, and I could NOT COME.

But, you can feel how I felt to learn you were at sea.
I was so glad I could use your old rooms.

I went to the table where you used to write and was so glad I could at least be as near to you as that.

No other place in London could have held me that night.