There was a large room with glass roof and sides, like a conservatory.

On the wall was the fresco of a landscape, drawn by some strolling artist, which gave my hosts infinite delight.

There was a river flowing out of some very green woods, with a brilliant blue sky overhead.

We used to sit on chairs opposite and discuss the woodland scene, and I must say it brought back memories to me of many a Canadian brook and the charming home life of Canadian woods, from which, as it seemed then, we were likely to be cut off forever.
The Bishop of London paid a visit to our men, and addressed them from the steps of the Town Hall in the Grande Place.

The officers and men were charmed with his personality.
It was a joy to me that we were to spend Easter at such a convenient place.