So I went and got a blanket, a beautiful blanket, out of his private kit--his people were Scotch, well-known family--and I got the pins, you know, ready to pin him up properly, for the Scots Guards to bury him.

And I thought he'd be stiff, you see.

But when I took him by the arms, to lift him on, he sat up.

It gave me an awful shock.

'Why he's alive!' I said.