Yes, they were all satisfied. The Lieutenant pronounced it "blendend" (dazzling). They had not eaten so much and such good food for months and months. Oh it was good to be out of the fighting. Yes, their treatment was perfect--except for the thieving. Why were British soldiers allowed to steal the buttons, caps, rings, and watches belonging to their prisoners? A German private, a tall thin man with bushy eyebrows, who had not spoken hitherto, said he didn't mind losing a few buttons--but to rob a man of his marriage ring, that was very mean--eine Gemeinheit--his marriage ring had been taken from him: he would have lost anything rather than that, for it always reminded him of home. The boy from East Prussia said he didn't care what they took from him as long as they didn't take his life. He was safe now and nothing else mattered. He spoke with a Polish accent. I asked him what town he came from. "Allenstein." "Did you see anything of the Russians in 1914?" "Jawohl"--he had seen plenty of Russian troops. They behaved very well. "Die sind besser als die Deutschen--They're better than the Germans...." But the theatre orderly interrupted us and asked us to "send two or three across." I went to the Prep. to see if there were any new arrivals. It was full once again and the wounded were streaming into the station. It was quite dark outside. The duckboards were lit up by rows of hurricane lamps. The bombardment was still going on. When I got back to the waiting-room all the prisoners were gone and English wounded were taking their places. Soon the benches round the stove were crowded with dark figures whose hands and faces were lit up by the glow. A man with haggard features and a bandage round his head began to talk in a mournful voice: