The Krupp and Skoda motor-howitzers that had crushed Belgian fortresses like eggshells were coming into position; the circling enemy aëroplanes were directing with smoke-rockets the uncannily excellent shooting of the German Artillery. We who thought we had no more than a couple of Army Corps in front of us, and possibly a Division of Cavalry, were beginning to realise the ugly truth. As the frightful blizzard of iron and flame broke upon the British batteries, and the shallow trenches made in desperate haste and crowded with the flower of the British Army, began to lose the shape of trenches, to melt—to become mere scratches in the earth, littered with human scrap.... We did not suspect, we never dreamed of grave disaster to our Forces, though some of us were strangely haunted by well-loved looks and dear familiar touches before the Iron Curtain of official silence lifted that quarter-inch and the thick red stuff oozed slowly underneath. An hour or two before the Great Awakening, Margot had ’phoned asking Patrine to come round. Arriving, her friend found Kittums sorely exercised in spirit. The housekeeper, in tears, had sought an interview on the Food Question and entreated her lady to lose no time in provisioning the domestic citadel with Flour, Sugar, Bacon, Tea, Coffee, Potatoes, Cereals, and tinned meats against the approaching days of famine. She begged to submit a List. It would be well to lose no time for all the Banks were breaking. She felt it her duty to mention the fact. "And so I told Wallop to dry her poor old eyes," explained Kittums, "and I’d go and buy up the Army and Navy Stores as soon as I’d had a look in at what Franky calls the Dross House, just to ask the Manager, as man to man, if there’s any chance of the Bank going biff? Your adorable Lynette and your Uncle Owen may say that hoarding things to eat isn’t playing the game and all that. Well! When you’re too sharp-set to think Imperially, come round here and I’ll grub the lot. How is your Flying Man?" "Doing some Army Coaching. Out Farnborough way," said Patrine. "I’ve not set eyes on him twice since that Club lunch." "When Franky cottoned to him so," said Margot. "You’ve not had a scrimmage?" "God forbid!" "Engaged people always squabble." "Alan and I don’t," asserted Patrine. The car came round and they drove to the Bank. Most Banks had enjoyed a Run and a few had experienced the combination of a Run with a Panic. There had been a severe Run on Margot’s bank. Now it was over and a huge majority among the people who formed queues at the doors and crowded the counters were paying in the deposits they had nervously withdrawn. Relieved in mind, Kittums cashed a cheque of magnitude, and the respectable Williams turned the car in the direction of the Stores.