There were pale faces and stony or wild eyes.

It did not seem to be an ordinary service and voices kept breaking out with spasmodic appeals, 'Almighty God, look down on us!' 'Oh, Christ, have mercy!' 'Oh, God, save us!' One woman in black was rocking backwards and forwards and sobbing over and over again, 'Oh, Jesus! Jesus! Oh, Lord Jesus!'" "Part of her body and soul was lying done to death in some field--or by some roadside," said the Duchess.

"She could not pray--she could only cry out.

I can hear her, 'Oh, Lord Jesus!'" Later came the morning when the changed George came to say good-bye.

He was wonderfully good-looking in his khaki and seemed taller and more square of jaw.