of how she was teaching them care and cleanliness of minds as well as bodies, which is surely the most blessed heritage the unborn generations may inherit. She told me of the patient bravery of the women, the chivalry of grimy men, whose hurts may wait that others may be treated first. So she talked and I listened until, perceiving the Captain somewhat ostentatiously consulting his watch, I presently left that quiet haven with its soft-treading ministering attendants.
So we had tea and cigarettes, and when I eventually shook hands with my Captain, I felt that I was parting with a friend.
"And what struck you most particularly this afternoon?" enquired one of my companions.
"Well," said I, "it was either the Lewis gun or Paterfamilias the grim."