_September 1st._
Dolly forgot herself this morning.
On the first of the month I pay the bills. Antoine reminded me last
month that this used to be my practice before the war, and I remember
how languidly I roused myself from my meditations on the grass to go
indoors and add up figures. But to-day I liked it. I went in cheerfully.
'This is my day for doing the accounts,' I said to Mrs. Barnes, as she
was about to form the procession to the chairs. 'They take me most of
the morning, so I expect we won't see each other again till luncheon.'
'Dear me,' said Mrs. Barnes sympathetically, 'how very tiresome for you.
Those terrible settling up days. How well I know them, and how I used to
dread them.'
'Yes,' said Dolly--
_Reines Glück geniesst doch nie_
_Wer zahlen soll und weiss nicht wie._
Poor Kitty. We know all about that, don't we.' And she put her arm round
her sister.
Dolly had forgotten herself.