And much happiness. The amazing interlude had become the play itself. Never again for Sara Lee would the lights go up in front, and Henri with his adoring eyes and open arms fade into the shadows. The drama of the war plays on. The Great Playwright sees fit, now and then, to take away some well-beloved players.
New faces appear and disappear.
The music is the thunder of many guns. Henri still plays his big part, Sara Lee her little one. There are new and ever new standards, but love remains the chief. And love is Sara Lee's one quality - love of her kind, of tired men and weary, the love that shall one day knit this broken world together. And love of one man.