THE CULT I have been to the factory.

I felt as much lost as if I had found myself translated there after a sleep of legendary length.

There are many new faces.

The factory has tripled--quadrupled in importance; quite a town of flimsy buildings has been added to it.
"They've built seven others like it in three months!" says Monsieur Mielvaque to me, proudly.
The manager is now another young nephew of the Messrs.Gozlan.

He was living in Paris and came back on the day of the general mobilization.
Old Monsieur Gozlan looks after everything.
I have a month to wait.