write some, but he said he knew nothing of peace, he had never had any.
So you see he does what he likes, though a secretary. He has the most
wonderful eyes ever seen. They haunt you as if they had looked deep into
strange, sad things. You think of them at night before you go to sleep,
and wonder about them, whether you have seen them long ago--and what
they mean--for everybody thinks something different of him and his past,
some good, some bad. He is not afraid of the collie, but pats it when he
passes. And he lights up when he laughs! He has taken a room in the
village near, in a little house, which he considers more suitable to him
than this. Mr. Caspian, who was a socialist once, but is not now, says
Mr. Storm dresses like an anarchist. He does not wish Mrs. Shuster to
employ Mr. Storm, and this pleases her, because she thinks Mr. Caspian
is "jealous." But figure to yourself! An old woman of forty and more!

I forgot to tell you the rest about Monsieur Moncourt. He directs the
kitchen as well as the whole house, but you would not have to be ashamed
of him even if you were _parents_. He does not come to our dining-room
to eat, but has a little one of his own. He has gray hair, a sorrowful,
dreamy face like a great artist who has lost an idea; but I suppose it
is only that he is always thinking of some marvellous new _plat_ to
invent. He spends five days a week on Long Island and two in New York,
for he has a house there of his own. I should love to go one day and see
what it is like! Perhaps I shall go, with Molly.

I forgot _aussi_ to tell you of the automobile you said you so much
envied me. Captain Winston attended to the _douane_, and it is settled
for us to keep the car as an "investment." I do not quite know who
arranged this, because it was like the baths and the collie, not paid.
But some one did arrange, and will be paid of course when we are making
profits. I know it was Mr. Storm who said, in the _conseil de guerre_ we
had about the hotel, that there must be _at least_ one motor to take
guests on tour, and the smarter the car the better. But he could not
have been the one to pay as he is the poorest of us all. Oh, I am so
glad it is my _duty_ to keep this darling car which was to have been my
birthday present from Larry! I shall learn to drive it myself. Captain
Winston will teach me. He knows how to drive all cars of every breed.
Molly calls him her "Lightning Conductor." I could not wait till the
chauffe