SOPHY OF KRAVONIA
live in it. You're the angel of joy, Sophy. Before you came, I had missed that lesson."
"I'm very glad"—thus she ends her own record of this day of glory—"that I've brought joy to Monseigneur. He faces his fight joyful of heart." And then, with one of her absurd, deplorable, irresistible lapses into the merest ordinary feminine, she adds: "That red badge is just the touch my sheepskin cap wanted!"
Oh, Sophy, Sophy, what of that for a final reflection on the eve of Monseigneur's fight?
