They lodged at a decent little inn over a pastry cook's shop and did not go sight-seeing to any extent.
McMaster's companions did not wait for his return from Oxford, but when the packet sailed for Antwerp, which was Sunday, the 30th of August, they went down to Folkestone and took passage.

They arrived the following morning, and, armed with a letter from Father Rumpler to a Madame Marchand, a warm friend of the congregation, they went straight to the nearest Church to inquire the way to her house.

It happened to be the Jesuit church, and one of the fathers kindly guided them to the lady's house.

She was delighted to serve them; gave them an excellent dinner, and, after they had visited Rubens' great picture, the Descent from the Cross, set them forth on their journey; but the "yea, yea and nay, nay" of Scripture, or rather _jah, jah, nein, nein,_ was their only conversation with the good lady, for although young Walworth could speak French and Isaac German, she knew nothing but Flemish.

Distances are not great in little Belgium, and so before night they were at St.Trond, a little city about thirty-five miles southeast of Antwerp and twenty miles from Liege.