The only concession made to her--for the porter could hold out little hope of any neighbouring hotel having an empty room--was to allow her to sit and sleep in one of the comfortable basket chairs in the long atrium.

At six o'clock a compassionate waiter who knew the name of Mrs.Warren gave her daughter some coffee and milk and a _brioche_.

At seven she managed to get her luggage taken to one of the trams at the corner of the Boulevard du Jardin Botanique.

The train service to Tervueren was suspended--and at the Porte de Namur she would be transferred to the No.

45 tram which would take her out to Tervueren.
Even at an early hour Brussels seemed crowded and as the tram passed along the handsome boulevards the shops were being opened and tourists were on their way to Waterloo in brakes.