Oh this War: this d-r-r-eadful War--It has spoilt everything.

Now we can never be friends with England again." [Footnote 1: I have obtained a copy and give it here as it had an almost historical importance in the events of the German occupation.
But the reader must interpret its meaning for himself.
LA GUERRE Ma soeur, vous souvient-il qu'aux jours de notre enfance, En lisant les hauts fails de l'histoire de France, Remplis d'admiration pour nos freres Gaulois, Des generaux fameux nous vantions les exploits?
En nos ames d'enfants, les seuls noms des victoires Prenaient un sens mystique evocateur de gloires; On ne revait qu'assauts et combats; a nos yeux Un general vainqueur etait l'egal des dieux.
Rien ne semblait ternir l'eclat de ces conquetes.
Les batailles prenaient des allures de fetes Et nous ne songions pas qu'aux hurrahs triomphants Se melaient les sanglots des meres, des enfants.
Ah! nous la connaissons, helas, l'horrible guerre: Le fleau qui punit les crimes de la terre, Le mot qui fait trembler les meres a genoux Et qui seme le deuil et la mort parmi nous! Mais ou sqnt les lauriers que reserve l'Histoire A celui qui demain forcera la Victoire?
Nul ne les cueillira: les lauriers sont fletris Seul un cypres s'eleve aux torubes de nos fils.] He gave way to much emotion.

Vivie, though still dazed with the reverberating horror of Edith Cavell's execution, tried to regain her mind balance and thank him for the kindness he had shown them.
But it was now necessary to see her mother who might also be undergoing a shock.

As she walked up to their bedroom she reflected that the departure of von Giesselin would have to be followed by their own exile to some other lodging.

They would share in his disgrace.
The next morning in fact the Belgian manager of the hotel with many regrets gave them a month's warning.