Lord Roberts is dead. We heard a rumour that it was so last night, but only knew for certain today. He has gone to France to see some Indian troops, caught cold on Thursday and died on Thursday night. A noble old man, who worked to the end. Died on active service at the age of 82. If only he could have lived to see our army victorious, if that will ever happen. Day after day the news is the same, but the casualty lists are longer. There is a terribly long one to day.

Col Marker eldest son of Mr Marker of Combe near Honiton, has died of his wounds.

Bunty Johnson went off in the morning.

In the aft. Hector & I went round to a few people to ask them to knit helmets for the sailors, Joan Coode having brought over the wool a few days ago. Dorothea returned home at 5.15. Evensong at 5.30. After dinner Davy the trapper & his daughter came up for a practice, he plays the violin, & she sings. They are both natural musicians, & I quite enjoyed it. We practised the national anthems of the allies. France & Belgium gave a good deal of trouble.