The utter destitution of so many members of the old Russian aristocracy, has not deprived its women of their temperamental charm. It has provided them with an occasion (genuine enough, God knows) for tears no British youth can resist, unmoved as he will remain under the fiercest shell-fire.
Yet one Englishman told me his Russian wife had taken every penny he possessed, and vanished—he knew not where. Another "fears it is only a matter of time. His 'noble' wife cannot be expected to put up with Clapham, and when something better turns up, he will be discarded." One married "a sweet, soft voice" out of sheer loneliness; and another, foolish and rich, clothed in priceless ermine the lady he met "at a bar!" There is no need to dwell on other, less honourable, "consequences" of such "casual" meetings.
At every corner in Constantinople the "bar" invites the busy and the brave to cocktails or a whisky, an example we have given the "despised" Turk, who had the wisdom to make Angora "dry." Here, too, is the best of chances for pro-Greek propaganda, as our men meet no "Turkish" women, who are "really" safe in the bosom of their families. One is tempted, almost, to hope that for them the day of "freedom" may be postponed.
Facing this ugly side of what an "Army of Occupation" must always entail, does the English woman who absolutely refused to "leave" need to stand on her defence? "Vanity Fair," moreover, may serve to remind us that there were English women near Waterloo; and do our present generation require such careful wrapping in cotton-wool, while they are, nevertheless, too often left unprotected in the drab, hum-drum life of a modern "business" world.
It is remarkable, again, to reflect that every Turk one meets, who really "counts for something" in Angora, is a "Malta" man. If M. Kemal Pasha believed in decorations, surely a special medal would have been devised for those who had "visited" Malta.
