At the back, up some steps, was my bedroom, and the window from it opened upon the yard.

A former occupant of the house, a Major Murray, of King Edward's Horse, had left a series of maps on the wall, on which pins were stuck with a bit of red cord passing through them, to show the position of our front line.

These maps deeply impressed visitors with my military exactness.

In that little office I have received many guests of all ranks.

I always said that the chaplain's house was like a church, and all men met there on equal terms.
Sometimes it was rather difficult however, to convince them that this was the case.