Part 7 (2/2)
On this night, at about 9 o'clock, the early diners had gone, but there were about thirty of us left who would testify to the truth of this tale. A man walked in and sat down at a large empty table. He was a French civilian, dressed in black, tall and slim, with an enormous brown beard--a ”Landru.” Marie Louise, one of the serving-girls, asked him what he required, and he said: ”A gla.s.s of Porto.” This she brought him, but as she was placing it on the table, he put out his hand and touched her arm, and let his fingers run very gently up and down it. He never spoke a word. She retired and returned with another gla.s.s of port, and sat down beside him and commenced to drink it; no word was uttered. Again he raised his hand, beckoned to another serving-girl; the same act was gone through, and she sat down with her port. This continued without a word of conversation until he had all the serving-girls, about eight of them, sitting round in silence. We all sat and looked on in amazement for a while, but after about ten minutes hunger got the better of us, and we started calling them for our food. They took not the slightest notice of us, but in the end we made so much noise that Monsieur Dye, the manager of the hotel, came in. He was a hot-tempered man, who never treated the girls under him kindly, and when he saw and heard his customers shouting for food, and saw all his serving-girls sitting down drinking port, his face went (p. 093) black with rage, and he rushed over to their table and cursed them all roundly, but they took not the slightest notice. Then he turned on the man with the beard and ordered him out of the hotel. He never answered, but got up slowly, put on his hat and left. As soon as he rose from the table all the girls went back to their work as if nothing had happened, and we continued our dinner. It was a strange affair--not one of those girls remembered anything about it afterwards.
[Ill.u.s.tration: x.x.xIX. _Field-Marshal Lord Plumer of Messines, G.C.B., etc._]
Again I went to Ca.s.sel, to paint General Plumer. I arrived there one evening, and had dinner with Major-General Sir Bryan Mahon, who was on his way to Lille. I woke up in the morning, got out of bed and collapsed on the floor. ”'Flu!” After three days the M.O. said I must go to hospital. I said: ”Hospital be d.a.m.ned! I'm going to paint to-morrow.” So I wrote and told General Plumer I would work the next morning if he could spare the time to sit. He replied he could. So on a very cold morning I made my way rather giddily up the stone steps to the Casino and on to his little chateau. There I was met by the General's grand old batman. He stopped me and said: ”Have you come to paint the Governor's portrait, sir?” ”Yes,” said I. ”Well,” said he, ”let me have a look at you. You're feeling a bit cheap, ain't you? The Governor told me you've been having the 'flu'.” ”Yes,” I said, ”I'm not feeling up to much.” ”Well, now,” said he, ”the Governor is busy for the moment, but he told me to look after you and fix up what room you would like to work in, but first I want to get you a bit more up to scratch. Just come along and have a gla.s.s of port.” So he brought me off and gave me an excellent gla.s.s. Then I chose the General's bedroom to work in, and we fixed everything up. Then he said: ”Now (p. 094) I'll go and fetch the old man.” Off he went and back he came, and with a wink, said: ”He's coming,” and in walked the General. A strange man with a small head, and a large, though not fat, body, and a great brain full of humour. He also was very calm, and made things very easy for me, but his batman was not so easy to please. When I got the General the way I wanted him, the batman leant over my shoulder, and said: ”Is the Governor right now?” ”Perfectly,” I replied. ”No, he ain't,” said he, ”not by a long chalk.” And he went over to the General and started pulling out creases in his tunic and said: ”'Ere, you just sit up proper--not all 'unched up the way you are. What would Her Ladys.h.i.+p say if I let you be painted that way?” At last we got him satisfied, and he departed. When the door was shut, the General said: ”Well, that's over,” and settled down in comfort.
After I had worked for about an hour and a half there was a knock at the door and in the batman came. He took no notice of the General, but laid his hand on my shoulder and said: ”Look up at me.” I obeyed.
”Won't do,” said he. ”You wants keeping up to the mark,” and retired, and came back with an enormous gla.s.s of port. When the sitting was finished, I went back to bed at the ”Sauvage,” very giddy and slightly muzzed.
The next morning the batman again arranged the General ”to Her Ladys.h.i.+p's liking,” and left. As soon as he had gone, the General said: ”We've got him on toast. He's worried to death because you haven't painted the gold leaves on my red tab. Don't do it till the very last thing.” It worked splendidly. The old chap was really upset.
Every hour he used to come in and tap me on the shoulder, point to the red tab, and say: ”What about it? If you don't get them gold leaves (p. 095) proper, I'll get it from Her Ladys.h.i.+p.” He was a great servant of the true old cla.s.s, one of those who never lose their place, no matter how freely they are treated, and was ready to die for his master at any minute.
[Ill.u.s.tration: XL. _Armistice Night. Amiens._]
Soon after this the General and his staff moved forward, and Ca.s.sel became a dead little place as far as the Army was concerned. Things were going very quickly, and scarcely a day pa.s.sed that one could not mark a new front line on one's map.
I went out to see the damage done to Bailleul. In a few days British artillery had flattened it out as badly as Ypres. One could hardly find out where the main _Place_ had been. Now one could wander all over the Ypres salient. Was there ever a more ghastly place? Even the Somme was outdone. Mud, water, battered tanks, hundreds of them, battered pillboxes, everything battered and torn, with Ypres like a skeleton. The Menin Road, the Zonnebeke Road, what sights were there--mangled remains of superhuman effort!
I remember one day in the summer being down at Lord Beaverbrook's when news came in that Locre had fallen. I had no knowledge of Locre, but Lord Beaverbrook, I could see, felt that the loss of it was a very serious thing. So I went to see Locre--a ghastly place!--the fighting must have been terrific. Sh.e.l.l-holes full of dead Germans. Everything smashed to pulp. I should imagine, before h.e.l.l visited it, Locre must have been a very pretty little place. It is on a hill which looks down into a valley, with Mont Kemmel rising up the other side.
Suddenly my blood poisoning came on again badly, so I returned to Amiens on November 10. When we had just pa.s.sed Doullens we got the (p. 096) news that the Kaiser had abdicated. Great excitement prevailed everywhere. The next day, at 11 a.m., I was working in my room and heard guns, so I went to the window and saw the sh.e.l.ls bursting over the town, but I could not see the Boche 'plane. It must be very high, I thought. About ten minutes afterwards there was a sound of cheering, so I knew the fighting was over. I went again to the window and looked down into the courtyard. It was empty, except for one serving-girl, Marthe, who had her ap.r.o.n to her face and was sobbing bitterly.
Presently, Marie-Louise came up to my room and told me the news, and we had a drink together in honour of the great event. Said I: ”What has happened to poor Marthe? It is sad that she should be so upset on this great day. What is the matter?” ”Ah!” said Marie-Louise, ”it is the day that has upset her.” ”The day?” said I. ”Yes,” replied Marie-Louise, ”you see, her husband will come out of the trenches now and will come back to her. C'est la Guerre!”
Later, Maude came in, and I asked him what on earth a Boche was doing over Amiens just at the moment the fighting ceased. ”Oh,” said Maude, ”there wasn't any Boche, but the anti-aircraft chap got orders to fire off his guns for ten minutes when the Armistice was signed, but, as he had nothing but live sh.e.l.ls, he thought he had better stop after two.”
But why he burst his sh.e.l.ls right over the centre of the town was never explained.
Yet, on this day, looked forward to for years, I must admit that, studying people, I found something wrong--perhaps, like all great moments expected, something is sure to fall short of expectations.
Peace was too great a thing to think about, the longing for it was too real, too intense. For four years the fighting men had thought of (p. 097) nothing except that great moment of achievement: now it had come, the great thing had ceased, the war was won and over. The fighting man--that marvellous thing that I had wors.h.i.+pped all the time I had been in France--had ceased actively to exist. I realised then, almost as much as I do now, that he was lost, forgotten. ”Greater love hath no man”--they had given up their all for the sake of the people at home, gone through h.e.l.l, misery and terror of sudden death. Could one doubt that those at home would not reward them? Alas, yes! and the doubt has come true. It made me very depressed. The one thing these wonderful super-men gave me to think that evening was: ”What shall we do? Will they do as they promised for us? I gave up all my life and work at home and came out here to kill and be killed. Here I am stranded--I cannot kill anyone any more, and n.o.body wants to kill me.
What am I to do? Surely they will give me some job: I have done my bit, they can't just let me starve.” ”When you come back home again”--yes, that crossed their minds and mine for them. Wending my way home through the blackened streets that night, I met a Tommy who threatened to kill me because of his misery. I talked him down and brought him to my room, and told him I really believed he would have a great time in the future. I doubted what I said, but he believed me, and went off to his billet happy for that one night.
[Ill.u.s.tration: XLI. _The Official Entry of the Kaiser._]
Could anyone forecast the tragedy that has happened to so many of these men since? That great human Field-Marshal, Lord Haig, the man who knows, works for them still, and asks--but who answers? Great G.o.d!
it makes one think, remember, think and wonder, what impossibly thankless people human beings are. It is sad, but very, very true!
CHAPTER XIV (p. 098)
THE PEACE CONFERENCE
Captain Maude left Amiens and became Major Maude, D.S.O., A.P.M.
Cologne. I missed him greatly, and it depressed me very much being left in that old town, but the doctors flatly refused to let me move, so I just had to grin and bear it.
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