More an evocation of place and mood rather than a short story. A Frenchman writes a letter home from New Hampshire, where he is taking a holiday from some task that seems be related to World War I. He reflects on the scenery, the deaths of poets in the war, and his love of home and the woman he is writing to (his wife?). The translation (Elizabeth S. Sergeant) seems a little odd in places. Still, even in English, Giraudoux's prose sings (which is why they made a musical from Madwoman of Chaillot) ( )