Yet there was no forgiveness for him.

They grew proud that where he had failed they could stand firm; and there is no mercy in proud men's minds--nor much wisdom either.
At last a day came--too soon for the horses, but none too soon for us--when we marched through the streets to entrain for the front.

As we had marched first out of Delhi, so we marched first from Marseilles now.

Only the British regiments from India were on ahead of us; we led the Indian-born contingent.
French wives and children, and some cripples, lined the streets to cheer and wave their handkerchiefs.

We were on our way to help their husbands defend France, and they honored us.