Tea was served in the entrance hall of their house in the European quarter, one of the few still erect, which reminded me of the British Museum. One could fancy oneself among the treasures of the Parthenon, which it has fallen to British hands to preserve.
She told me she owed her home to the wind's kindness. "We were on the roof all night, watching its varying directions, although it did not come our way until about 2.30 A.M. As the abandoned Greek ammunition was all stored behind us, we could no longer risk staying in the face of the wind. At the same moment a flashlight from H.M.S. Iron Duke began to play on the pier, and we realised that Admiral de Brock was signalling for us to leave the town. Pushing our way through a howling mob of men and animals, we at last reached the waiting boat; but no sooner were we on board than, to our relief, the wind once more veered. There was a chance for one side of the Smyrna Quay, on which stood the Aidin station."
In her judgment, the Turks acted throughout with the greatest moderation. Everywhere in Anatolia I found clear evidence that Greeks had indulged in the worst type of barbarianism, amply sufficient to justify any slight Turkish excesses that may have occurred in Smyrna.
Since her Greek household had all departed, Mrs. de C was very busy "about many things"—dusting, sweeping, and cooking. Nor were her sympathies very keen with the Greek refugees, to many of whom she had extended hospitality. They had accepted a night's lodging, and then decamped with sheets, blankets, pillows, towels, and clothes!
Lunch, however, had been served for her by a "Catholic," who cooked Turkish dishes to perfection. "Catholic" is now the last word in "Nationality," covering a multitude of "pasts," and saving the "Christian" from having to answer awkward questions.
The "Catholic" who waits on me at the hotel was an upholsterer in quite a large way of business. The sewing-woman, whom I have occasionally employed
