The mayor paused, and cast a swift glance in the direction of the questioner.  He had recognised the voice, and sought for that well-remembered figure in officer’s khaki. The somnolent audience was roused, every head was turned, many people had risen from their seats. Mrs. Pouncey, who had been dozing, her head constantly wobbling over towards Templeton’s shoulder, suddenly sat erect, and exclaimed with a cry of delight: "That’s Mr. Eves at last, bless him!"  Eves himself, having launched his question, and ascertained that the mercury stood at 75°, turned with a smile towards the eager Tommies who wanted to know all about Widow Pouncey.