But the misery of it all ended at dawn on the l6th, when B. B. And I sallied out into the open air, clam, bered out on to the top and walked back to Mailly Maillet, revelling in the perfect freshness of the Novema ber morning and full of the unspeakable relief of feeling that the show which we had been regarding with apprehension for six weeks of urgent suspense was over and done with. B. B. Was grey and haggard, the deep lines of his face deepened by the strain of mental and physical over/exertion; but we both felt new life coming to us as we stretched our limbs and set out through the wet grass towards a warm billet, a stun, ning breakfast, a divine bath and bed. Great days, these, in retrospect.