Temple Bailey,
The Gay Cockade
(1921)
“ She met Randolph on equal ground. They soared together—mixed love of country with love of lovers. They rose at dawn to worship the sun, they walked forth at twilight to adore together the crescent moon. And all the while war was at the gates; we could hear the boom of big guns. The spring drive was on and the Germans were coming back. I shall never forget the night that Randolph and I were ordered to the front. Mademoiselle had come in with her hands full of violets. Randolph, meeting her for the first time after a busy day, took her hands and the frail blossoms in his eager clasp. ”
