I had most care about the unloading of my cigarettes.  It was a point of honor with me, by now, after the way my friends had joked me about them, to see that every last one of the “fags” I had brought with me reached a British Tommy.  So to them I gave my first care.  Then I saw to the unloading of my wee piano, and, having done so, was free to go with the other members of the Reverend Harry Lauder, M.P., Tour to the small hotel that was to be headquarters for all of us in Boulogne.

Arrangements had to be made for my debut in France, and I can tell you that no professional engagement I have ever filled ever gave me half so much concern as this one!  I have sung before many strange audiences, in all parts of the world, or nearly all.  I have sung for folk who had no idea of what to expect from me, and have known that I must be at work from the moment of my first appearance on the stage to win them.  But these audiences that I was to face here in France gave me more thought than any of them.  I had so great a reason for wanting to suceed with them!

And here, ye ken, I faced conditions that were harder than had ever fallen to my lot.  I was not to have, most of the time, even the military theaters that had, in some cases, been built for the men behind the lines, where many actors and, indeed, whole companies, from home had been appearing.  I could make no changes of costume.  I would have no orchestra.  Part of the time I would have my wee piano, but I reckoned on going to places where even that sma’ thing could no follow me.

But I had a good manager—­the British army, no less!  It was the army that had arranged my booking.  We were not left alone, not for a minute.  I would not have you think that we were left to go around on our own, and as we pleased.  Far from it!  No sooner had we landed than Captain Roberts, D.S.O., told me, in a brief, soldierly way, that was also extremely businesslike, what sort of plans had been made for us.

“We have a number of big hospitals here,” he said.  “This is one of the important British bases, as you know, and it is one of those where many of our men are treated before they are sent home.  So, since you are here, we thought you would want to give your first concerts to the wounded men here.”

So I learned that the opening of what you might call my engagement in the trenches was to be in hospitals.  That was not new to me, and yet I was to find that there was a difference between a base hospital in France and the sort of hospitals I had seen so often at home.

Nothing, indeed, was left to us.  After Captain Roberts had explained matters, we met Captain Godfrey, who was to travel with us, and be our guide, our military mentor and our ruler.  We understood that we must place ourselves under him, and under military discipline.  No Tommy, indeed, was more under discipline than we had to be.  But we did not chafe, civilians though we were.  When you see the British army at work nothing is further from your thoughts than to criticize or to offer any suggestions.  It knows its business, and does it, quietly and without fuss.  But even Fritz has learned to be chary of getting in the way when the British army has made up its mind—­and that is what he is there for, though I’ve no doubt that Fritz himself would give a pretty penny to be at home again, with peace declared.