So I told her I would do so; and she dried her eyes and asked me to meet her in the hotel yard in ten minutes.
When I got down to the yard the rain was coming down in torrents, and there she was, dressed in her widow's weeds and holding in her arms a mass of flowers.

Solemnly we went out into the streets.

Not a civilian, not a soldier, not even a military policeman was to be seen.
All other human beings had taken refuge from the deluge: we were quite alone.

Right through the town we went and out to the little cemetery, into which she brought me and led to her husband's grave, on which she placed the mass of flowers, and then knelt in the mud and prayed for (p.

035) about half an hour in the pouring rain; after which we walked solemnly and silently back to the hotel, soaked through and through.