We'll only come back here when the Women have got the Vote.
Now to-night you shall take me to the theatre--or rather I'll take _you_.

I've thought it all out beforehand, and Bertie Adams has secured the seats.

It's _The Chocolate Soldier_ at the Adelphi, the only war piece they had ready; there are two stalls for us and Bertie and his wife are going to the Dress Circle.

My Cook's ticket is taken for Brussels and I leave to-morrow by the Ostende route." "To-morrow" was the 12th of August, and Dora was not yet in being to interpose every possible obstacle in the way of the civilian traveller.

Down to the Battle of the Marne in September, 1914, very little difficulty was made about crossing the Channel, especially off the main Dover-Calais route.
So in the radiant noon of that August day Vivie looked her last on the brown-white promontories, cliffs and grey castle of Dover, scarcely troubling about any anticipations one way or the other, and certainly having no prevision she would not recross the Channel for four years and four months, and not see Dover again for five or six years.
British war vessels were off the port and inside it.