ABSTRACT
We have no secrets now from one another. All things are shared. Granted that our little hotel is dull, and the food indifferent, and that day after day dawns very much the same, yet we would not have it otherwise. We should meet too many of the people he knows in any of the big hotels. We both appreciate simplicity, and we are sometimes bored-well, boredom is a pleasing antidote to fear. We live very much by routine and I-I have developed a genius for reading aloud. The only time I have known him show impatience is when the postman lags, for it means we must wait another day before the arrival of our English mail. We have tried wireless but the noise is such an irritant, and we prefer to store up our excitement; the result of a cricket match played many days ago means much to us.
