In our tour of the place I saw only two men wearing the German gray.

One was the armed sentry who stood at the gate to see that no recovering inmate slipped out, and the other was a German surgeon- general who was making his daily round of inspection of the hospitals and had brought us along with him.

Of the native contingent the person who appeared to be in direct charge was a handsome, elderly lady, tenderly solicitous of the frowziest Turco in the wards and exquisitely polite, with a frozen politeness, to the German officer.

When he saluted her she bowed to him deeply and ceremoniously and silently.

I never thought until then that a bow could be so profoundly executed and yet so icily cold.