There was a little sob in her voice and the Marquis said,
“I was, as you know, serving in France after the War ended. Surely someone must have cared for these men?”
“Only the people in the villages that they had come from. Those who had no relatives or friends were forced to beg or steal every crumb they swallowed.”
“I swear to you, I had no idea of this. Of course something should have been done for them.”
“That is what many people have said, but nothing was done about it,” Imilda rejoined.
“And now?” the Marquis asked.
“Things are slightly better but, as I have said, the farmers are not only finding it difficult to sell their crops, there is no one to speak on behalf of their troubles and their difficulties and make it a national problem.”
The Marquis was silent and Imilda sensed
