An orderly entered looking more like a worried footman than a conquering soldier. "Please undress," he asked diffidently. "Oh," said Lady Johnson, mischievously, "are you going to rape me?" "No, no, nothing like that," the orderly hastened to say, "At least, I have to order you to undress ... completely." "And then?" "And then I am to escort you to the Senior Officers' Mess for dinner." "You don't look like a senior officer to me," she sniffed. The orderly was clearly very embarrassed by her attitude, "No, ma'am. I, of course, will not be dining there, but serving at table. I am the personal orderly to Colonel Esser." "You are English, aren't you?" she asked the orderly. "Yes, ma'am. I was one of Sir Oswald Mosely's men before the war and as soon as I could I joined the Wehrmacht." The six women were all escorted from what they had assumed to be their rooms to the ante-room just outside the mess, where a Colonel in immaculate black SS uniform awaited them. Jane thought he looked very vaguely familiar, as though she had seen him somewhere before.