itary envoy with the Allies.. or the regional commissioner in "Wales." And although the return took place in those grave circumstances, the family kept up this rift..

Everyone was courteous.. but it was easy for me to scent, behind this courtesy, curiosity, and the constant question: "Can this be that Mrs. Simpson, who took our king and caused all these things?.."

David preferred to remain in Wales, because the arts of war had changed since he had last served in the army..

I was, in this period, a person unknown, in every gathering and in every conversation; and David put on a thick mask to hide his anger at it, and to pursue his mission in the service of his country..

But circumstances did not favor him: he was left no choice in the post, and a royal decision was issued that he should be the British military envoy. And from the King he heard nothing more than that..

David did not object, but accepted the responsibility with an open heart. We remained in London a short while, until he should take up his duties; and when we returned we decided not to stay in the new dwelling. Instead I lived at the hotel, but life here too was dull. So I went back to our house, to find it much changed; but I had no work to divert me, so I joined the Red Cross and went about among the hospitals. Weeks would pass without my seeing David, though I heard his voice from time to time.

Winter passed, both of us work-ing in constant motion; and the two of us were facing two wars: the great war, and the cold war between us and the royal palace.

April was one of the loveliest of months, and May followed it with flowers and refreshing sunshine; but Hitler allowed no one to enjoy the sweetness of spring, for he attacked France with ferocity and cruelty.

One day David came in hurriedly and said, panting: the Germans are advancing on Paris, and you have two hours to leave..

I answered him that I was bound to the French Red Cross, and that it was not right to leave at a time when they needed every help. But he did not listen, and kept pressing me to go.

The roads in the outskirts of Paris were packed with carts and motorcars; all Western Europe was on the move.. The small hotel we made for was crowded, but its owner recognized me at once and made a room ready for us, in which we passed our night; and we decided to move the next day to a place near the Spanish frontier.. David left me and returned to Paris, but before long he received word to move to the Italian frontier.

In the days that followed we never left the radio, and at last came the news that Italy had declared war; there was no longer any safety within the French borders; and under the insistence of friends we had no choice but to change our quar-ters. Some friends accompanied us, and we set out for Spain. The road was hard, and we were forced to halt more than once; and on the next day we reached "Perpignan" across the Pyrenees mountains...

There remained the entry within the Spanish borders; and in that we met with difficulty beyond reckoning, for

the government feared that the number of refugees would grow until they became a burden upon the country...

But David did not cease striving for a moment, and at last we managed to enter.

We passed two days in Barcelona in complete quiet, before continuing our journey to Madrid...

We were, in truth, homeless wanderers, our belongings scat-tered in every direction, our life one of moving about and insta-bility. And if this did not weigh very heavily on me, it was not at all easy for David. He had lost everything, even position; but Winston Churchill's assumption of the premiership cast a ray of hope upon our life.. He was David's friend, and perhaps he would work to secure some distinguished post that would occupy his hours of leisure.. and raise his spirits..

Our intuition proved true, in fact; for on our arrival in Madrid the British ambassador there met us to tell us that Mr. Churchill had sent asking David to return to Britain by way of Portugal...

We moved to "Lisbon" to await

new instructions from Mr. Churchill.. Our ambassador had prepared a beautiful dwelling for us, ready furnished... Although

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