Every one seemed to think in mid-August, 1914, that Germany was destined to receive her _coup-de-grace_ on the field of Waterloo.

It would be so appropriate.

And no one--at any rate of those who spoke their thoughts aloud--seemed to consider that Brussels was menaced.
Leaving her luggage at the tram terminus, Vivie sped on foot through forest roads, where the dew still glistened, to the Villa Beau-sejour.

Mrs.Warren was not yet dressed, but was rapturous in her greeting.

Her chauffeur had been called up, so the auto could not go out, but a farm cart would be sent for the luggage.
"I believe, mother, I'm going to enjoy myself enormously," said Vivie as she sat in the verandah in the morning sunshine, making a delicious _petit dejeuner_ out of fresh rolls, the butter of the farm, a few slices of sausage, and a big cup of frothing chocolate topped with whipped cream.