The rest of the night I spent at the hospital, where they were bringing in those wounded in the action of the previous afternoon.
At eight o'clock we were having breakfast with Colonel Mahon, Prince Alexander of Teck, Sir John Willoughby, and Colonel Frank Rhodes, as additional guests.

We had not seen a strange face for eight months, and could do nothing but stare at them, and I think each one of us felt as if he or she were in a dream.

Our friends told of their wonderful march, and how they had encamped one night at Setlagoli, where they had been taken care of by Mrs.Fraser and Metelka, who had spent the night in cooking for the officers, which fact had specially delighted Colonel Rhodes, who told me my maid was a "charming creature." But this pleasant conversation was interrupted by a message, saying that, as the Boer laagers were as intact as yesterday, the artillery were going to bombard them at once.

Those of us who had leisure repaired at once to the convent, and from there the sight that followed was worth waiting all these many months to see.

First came the splendid batteries of the Royal Horse Artillery trotting into action, all the gunners bronzed and bearded.