You must remember that when I began my story there was no idea of war.

Now all Europe is aflame; and in the face of the great conflict, the awful suffering to come, I and my little plot begin to look--well, I fancy you know just how we look.
Forgive me.

I am afraid I can never find the words to tell you how important it seemed to interest you in my letters--to make you feel that I am an entertaining person worthy of your notice.

That morning when you entered the Carlton breakfast room was really the biggest in my life.

I felt as though you had brought with you through that doorway--But I have no right to say it.