_Myself_ (_waving arm_). Roughly, Sir, a broad sweeping movement.
_Kitchener_ (_replacing ink-pot and getting to work with the blotting-paper_). Excellent.
_Myself._ The details I should work out later. I think perhaps I had better explain them personally to Sir JOHN FRENCH and General JOFFRE.
_Kitchener._ I agree. You will be attached to Sir JOHN'S Staff, with the rank of Major. I shall require you to leave for the Front to-night. Good day, Major.
[_We salute each other, and the scene changes._
_French._ Ah, how do you do, Major? We have been waiting for you.
_Myself._ How do you do, Sir? (_To_ JOFFRE, _slowly_) _Comment vous portéz-vous?_
_Myself_ (_a little disappointed_). Good.
_French._ Now then, Major, let us hear your plan.
_Myself._ Well, roughly it is a broad sweeping move----I _beg_ your pardon, Sir!
_Joffre_ (_with native politeness_). Not at all, Monsieur.
_Myself_ (_stepping back so as to have more room_)--a broad sweeping movement. More particularly my idea is----
[It is a curious thing, but I can never remember the rest of this speech when I wake up. I know it disclosed a very masterly piece of tactics ... the region of the Argonne ... a _point d'appui_.... No, it has gone again. But I fancy the word "wedge" came in somewhere.]
_Myself_ (_modestly_). Of course it's only an idea I jotted down on the boat, but I think there's something in it.
_French._ My dear Major, you have saved Europe.
_Joffre_ (_unpinning medal from his coat_). In the name of France I give you this. But you have a medal already, Monsieur?
_Myself_ (_proudly_). My special constable's badge, General. I shall be proud to see the other alongside it.
[I can only suppose that at this moment I am moved by the desire to save useless bloodshed, for I next find myself with the enemy.]
_Kaiser_ (_eagerly_). Ah, my good TIRPITZ, what news of our blockade?
_Myself_ (_removing whiskers_). No, WILLIAM, not TIRPITZ!
_Myself._ An Englishman--and come to beg you to give up the struggle.
_Kaiser._ Never, while there is breath in man or horse!
_Myself._ One moment. Let me tell you what is about to happen. On my advice the Allies are making a broad swee---- Put back your sword, Sire. I am not going to strike you--a broad sweeping movement through Germany.