Joffre was in Boston on Saturday, the 12th of May. Viviani also was
there, and some others, but the marshal, the hero of the Marne, was the
attraction. Eve acknowledged as much to me on the evening before the
event.
"I do want to see him," she said, "and I suppose you'll think it
foolish, but I'm going up. Probably I shall cry when I see him. Adam,"
she added somewhat wistfully, "you don't want to go, I suppose? Father
will take us in his car--the new one."
That about the "new one" was plainly nothing more than bait.
"Why should I want to go," I said, "except to go with you? I always
want to do that. And I should be glad to be with your father, but no
more in his new one than on our bank at the shore. Not so much. There is
much to do here. Why should I want to go, Eve? I don't want to cry."