But yours _understand_.

You don't mind my doing this ?" he kissed her palm.

"Because there is no time." Her free hand caught at his sleeve.
"No," she said.

"You're going--you're _going_!" "Yes," he answered.

"And you wouldn't hold me back." "No! No! No! No!" she cried four times, "Belgium! Belgium! Oh! Belgium!" And she hid her eyes on his sleeve.
"That's it--Belgium! There has been war before, but this promises from the outset to be something else.