For instance, if I began to tell you a thousandth part of the dare-devil deeds of my friend here, Captain Winslow of my regiment, he would bolt like a rabbit into the Town Hall and fall on his knees and pray for an earthquake.

And whether the earthquake came off or not, I'm sure he would never speak to me again.

And they're all like that.

But in honouring me you are honouring him, and you're honouring our regiment, and you're honouring the army.

And in honouring Mrs.Boyce, you are honouring that wonderful womanhood of the Empire that is standing heroically behind their men in the hell upon God's good earth which is known as the front." It was a soldierlike little speech, delivered with the man's gallant charm.