the voice sang, 'But I sleep alone!' And this was repeated over and over
again, and it was the saddest and most beautiful thing I had ever heard.
And again it stopped, and I was back again in the drawing-room. Then
when the singer began his third song I felt cold all over, and at the
same time half suffocated, as people say they feel when they are nearly
drowning. I realised that I was in a huge, dark, empty space, and round
me and far off in front of me were vague shadowy forms; and in the
distance there was something which looked like two tall thrones,
pillared and dim. And on one of the thrones there was the dark form of
a man, and on the other a woman like a queen, pale as marble, and unreal
as a ghost, with great grey eyes that shone like moons. In front of them
was another form, and he was singing a song, and the song was so sad and
so beautiful that tears rolled down the shadowy cheeks of the ghosts
in front of me. And all at once the singer gave a great cry of joy, and
something white and blinding flashed past me and disappeared, and he
with it. But I remained in the same place with the dark ghosts far off
in front of me. And I seemed to be there an eternity till I heard a cry
of desperate pain and anguish, and the white form flashed past me once
more, and vanished, and with it the whole thing, and I was back again in
the drawing-room, and I felt faint and giddy, and could not stay there
any longer."




THE CRICKET MATCH AN INCIDENT AT A PRIVATE SCHOOL

To Winston Churchill

It was a Saturday afternoon in June. St. James's School was playing a