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She is gentle and feminine and clinging she is the cruelest and most merciless of the three, Maurice tells me, and the most difficult to analyse: But most of one's friends would find it hard to stand the test of denuding them of their worldly possessions and outside allurements, it is not only the fluffies, who would come out of not much value! Oh! the long, long days and the ugly nights!
Lots of fellows have been upon the five days' leave lately, things are going better they jolly one, and I like to see them, but after they go I feel more of a rotten beast than ever. The only times I forget are when Maurice brings the fluffies to dine with me when they rush up to Paris from Deauville. They have all gone back to Deauville now.
The Fluffies have returned from Deauville, and Coralie and Alice joined us at luncheon. They have the most exquisite new garments, and were full of sparkle and gaiety. Alice's wedding, to the rich neutral, seems really to be coming off.
One does not sleep very well now, the noise of "Bertha" from six A.M. and the raids at night! but I believe I grow to like the raids and last night we had a marvelous experience. I had been persuaded by Maurice to have quite a large dinner party. Madame de Clerté, who is really an amusing personality, courageous and agreeable, and Daisy Ryven, and the fluffies, and four or five men.
The raids are continuous All the fluffies and nearly everyone left Paris in the ticklish March and April times, but now their fears are lulled a little and many have returned, and they rush to cinemas and theatres, to kill time, and jump into the rare taxis to go and see the places where the raid bombs burst, or Bertha shells, and watch the houses burning and the crushed bodies of the victims being dragged out.
"The young lady said as how she would not be back she expected, and she took her own pens and things in her bag. She was as white as a lily, give you my word, Sir Nicholas." I am ashamed to say that I felt a little faint then. Had I overstepped the mark, and should I never see her again? A whole party of the fluffies were coming to dinner, and we were to have a very gay evening.
One or other of the fluffies come almost daily to play bridge with me, and any fellow who is on leave, and the neutrals who have no anxieties, what a crew! It amuses me to "strip" them.
Even if she does come back how am I to break through the wall of ice which she has surrounded herself with since the Suzette cheque business? I can't explain she won't even know that I have parted with her. Of course she has heard the fluffies often in the next room when they have come to play bridge in the afternoon.
We were sitting smoking afterwards, listening to de Volé playing, he is a great musician. People's fears are lulled, they have returned to Paris. Numbers of men are being killed, "The English in heaps but what will you!" the fluffies said, "they had no business to make that break with the Fifth Army! Oh! No! and, after all, the country is too dull and we have all our hidden store of petrol.
She has a darling tiny curl which comes behind her ear, slipped down probably because her hair is so unfashionably dressed None of Suzette's "geste," nor even the subtle perfect taste of the fluffies. It is just torn back and rolled into a tight twist. But now that I see her out of doors and in perspective I realize that she has a lovely small figure, and that everything is in the right place.
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