Now, as I always found in this strata of society, silence is a master card. You must leave it to others to speak to you. Two men came and sat beside me. They had been on night shift on some engineering works. They had also been chums in the war and recounted many experiences. I sat and listened with proper admiration, as becomes a woman, and I had my reward.

“George,” turned towards me.

“Aren’t you the young lady wot I saw come out of the Asylums Board, just now?”

I said that was the case.

“Did you get a bed, my gal?”

“They gave me an order for the workhouse, but I shan’t go there, I can’t stick it.”

“I should say not,” said George. “Did you hear that, Dick?” and he motioned to his friend.