This latter reason he fully appreciated, and arranged with me to come to his house the following day, for which purpose he left me a permit, vilely scrawled in Dutch.

I mentally reserved to myself the decision as to keeping the rendezvous.

We sat down to breakfast together, although, as he could speak no English and I could speak no Dutch, the conversation was nil.

He was pleased with the cigarette I offered him, and observed me with some curiosity, probably never having seen anything approaching an English lady previously.

Before he left, I complained, through an interpreter, of the insobriety of my self-constituted sentinel Dietrich, remarking it was quite impossible I could stand such a man dogging my footsteps much longer.