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With a Khaki boy on either side, we talked and talked and I gathered that the elder, now a qualified Pilot and wearing his wings, was due to go to France any day. He was attached to the Royal Flying Corps waiting for the Australian Squadron to be formed, because being an "Anzac", he was wishful to keep the association and remain with his country-men.
The younger, in response to a call from the R.F.C. for volunteers, had offered, and was to go into training the following week.
It was nearly mid-night when we parted until the next day, and it was hardly to be wondered at that I slept little.
My maid said she had been asked who the group was in the lounge, for a member had said "joy positively -- them".
The morning brought many unfamiliar calls and sounds; Taxi whistles worried me with their shrillness and I did not wonder when a few weeks later a by-law was passed making these sounds illegal, they had become such a nuisance to hospital patients.
Our first drive was to Queen's Gate to inspect permanent accomodation at an address there, and having made a satisfactory arrangement, I immediately moved in.
That afternoon we visited Westminister Abbey, and in that beautiful old Cathedral, with a heart full of gratitude, I offered perhaps the most fervent prayer of my life, and I knew then that my way had been planned. There just came a sense of satisfaction that gave a feeling of contentment, in striking contrast to the mental conflict of the past.
After dinner, the boys took me to His Majesty's Theatre where Oscar Asche and Lily Brayton were playing in "Chu Chin Chow".
My mind was still so dazed and confused that beyond a conglomeration of beautiful colour, sinuous forms, and delightful music, it made no definate impression. My senses were intoxicated with it all.
On Sunday morning following, both boys rode in Rotten Row, and when they reined up at my door with a Taxi awaiting