She followed Betty about as the lamb followed Mary.
Tufton, after a week or two at Wellington Barracks, had been given sergeant's stripes and sent off with a draft to the front.

Betty's dramatic announcement of her widowhood seemed to have put the fear of death into the woman's soul.

As soon as her husband landed in France she went scrupulously through the closely printed casualty lists of non-commissioned officers and men in The Daily Mail, in awful dread lest she should see her husband's name.

Betty vainly assured her that, in the first place, she would hear from the War Office weeks before anything could appear in the papers, and that, in the second, his name would occur under the heading "Grenadier Guards," and not under "Royal Field Artillery," "Royal Engineers," "Duke of Cornwall's Light Infantry," "R.A.M.C.," or Australian and Canadian contingents.

Mrs.
Tufton went through the lot from start to finish.