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Seized with his idea , he indulged in a more hopeful letter to Arúna ; and had scarcely patience to wait for Sunday . * * * * * In leisurely course it arrived -- that last Sunday of the Great War . The Chandni Chowk was a-bubble with strange and stirring rumours ; but the day waned and the evening waned -- and no Dyán appeared . On Monday morning -- still no word : but news , so tremendous , flashed half across the world , that Dyán and his mysterious defection flickered like a match at midday . The War was over -- virtually over . From the Vosges to the sea , not the crack of a rifle nor the moan of a shell ; only an abrupt , dramatic silence -- the end ! Belief in the utter cessation of all that wonderful and terrible activity , penetrated slowly .