It had been sawn through, and much of the glass of the greenhouse deliberately smashed.
On their way back, Mrs.Warren, who was constantly in tears, descried waiting by the side of the road the widow of their farmer-neighbour, Madame Oudekens.

She asked the orderly that they might stop and greet her.

She approached.

Mrs.Warren got out of the car so that she might more privately talk to her in Flemish.

Since her husband's execution, the woman said, she had had to become the mistress of the sergeant-major who resided with her as the only means, seemingly, of saving her one remaining young son from exile in Germany and her daughters from unbearably brutal treatment; though she added, "As to their virtue, _that_ has long since vanished; all I ask is that they be not half-killed whenever the soldiers get drunk.