that he should come to Brest himself and take part in the negotiations.  After long discussion, however, it appeared that Ludendorff himself was not quite clear as to what he wanted, and declared spontaneously that he considered it superfluous for him to go to Brest; he would, at best, ‘only spoil things if he did.’  Heaven grant the man such gleams of insight again, and often!  It seems as if the whole trouble is more due to feeling against Kuehlmann than to anything in the questions at issue; people do not want the world to have the impression that the peace was gained by ‘adroit diplomacy,’ but by military success alone.  General Hoffmann appears to have been received with marked favour by the Kaiser, and both he and Kuehlmann declare themselves well satisfied with the results of their journey.

“We talked over the reply to the Petersburg telegram, declining a conference in Stockholm, and further tactics to be followed in case of need.  We agreed that if the Russians did not come, we must declare the armistice at an end, and chance what the Petersburgers would say to that.  On this point Kuehlmann and I were entirely agreed.  Nevertheless, the feeling, both in our party and in that of the Germans, was not a little depressed.  Certainly, if the Russians do break off negotiations, it will place us in a very unpleasant position.  The only way to save the situation is by acting quickly and energetically with the Ukrainian delegation, and we therefore commenced this work on the afternoon of the same day.  There is thus at least a hope that we may be able to arrive at positive results with them within reasonable time.

“In the evening, after dinner, came a wire from Petersburg announcing the arrival of the delegation, including the Foreign Minister, Trotski.  It was interesting to see the delight of all the Germans at the news; not until this sudden and violent outbreak of satisfaction was it fully apparent how seriously they had been affected by the thought that the Russians would not come.  Undoubtedly this is a great step forward, and we all feel that peace is really now on the way.

“January 5, 1918.—­At seven this morning a few of us went out shooting with Prince Leopold of Bavaria.  We went for a distance of 20 to 30 kilometres by train, and then in open automobiles to a magnificent primeval forest extending over two to three hundred square kilometres.  Weather very cold, but fine, much snow, and pleasant company.  From the point of view of sport, it was poorer than one could have expected.  One of the Prince’s aides stuck a pig, another shot two hares, and that was all.  Back at 6 P.M.