Off we went, full of hope, (p.

015) packed our bags and on to G.H.Q.proper, and got in to see the General at once--a bluff, jovial fellow who said: "You go anywhere you like, do anything you like, but don't ask me to get any Generals to sit to you; they're fed up with artists." I said: "That's the last thing I want." "Right," said he, "off you go." So we "offed" it to Amiens, arriving there about 7 p.m.on a cold, black, wet night.

We went to see the Allied Press "Major," to find out some place to stop in, etc.
Again we were rather depressed.

The meeting was very chilly, the importance of the Major was great--the full weight and responsibility of the war seemed on him.

"The Importance of being Ernest" wasn't in it with him.