on a strange thi

prang to life within me a sense of irritation at having to depend on newspape

ntity that we were always hearing about but never saw; that we were always moving away from if we heard it was anywhere near; that was mak

began to assert itself, and I found myself chafin

en and newspapers I was gradually di

out here, looking at the War with their own eyes. Maeterlinck, for instance, whose deductions

tell you, you must firs

eve in in a lifetime, and that one

m Liège University talking to a young Bruxellois with a black moust

o Brussels, Monsieur?" said the

! Why don't yo

not the

the slightest danger. And there is not half so much trouble and difficulty to get in and out of Brussels as there is to get in and out Antwerp. You get into a train at Ghent, go to Grammont, and there change into a little train that takes you straight to Brussels. They

in Liège that I must attend to. But to get to Liège I must go throug

said the young Bru

esaid was introduced to me by Mr. Frank Fo

sible for an Englishwoman to get into Brussels? I should like very

y optimistic and c

safely through, and take you to see him. As a matter of fact I've got a little

come,"

it is to make up one'

my life, gave me less trouble than I have sometimes been caused

one I was going to try

e taken p

're

ll be

be taken f

never ge

p by the sweet little lady from Liège, the black-eyed mother with two adorable little boys, and a delightful big

sasters could not overcloud. What laughs we used to have together, she and I, what talks, what walks! And sometimes the big husband would give Alice a delightful little dinner

s, she set to work with all her womanly power

othing she

that we might never

y feeling, I can't describe it, because it isn't exactly real. I don't feel e

too complicated for m

suppose what it really mean is t

urselves in three weeks' time: Why not wait

the dimly-lit palm court of the big Antwe

face, said wistfully, "I wish I

ss, he saw the pictures he would get in Brussels, pictures sneakingly and stealthily taken from windows at the risk of one's life, glorious p

, put in a couple of sharp words that were intended to act a

to Brussels with your photographic apparatus! Why, you might as wel

ging about him at that time, or I quite

Country have called him since then in a voice he could not resist, and he has

rhinoceros. He would talk on and on, quite carried away. He made noises like baboons, boars, lions, monkeys. He was great fun. I was always listening to him

pad of wild beasts, the gutteral uncouthness of monkeys-all the sounds in fact that so excellently represent Antwerp's p