It was enormously interesting to watch and study what happened in that room.

One saw gaiety, misery, fear, thoughtfulness and unthoughtfulness all mixed up like a kaleidoscope.
It was a well-run, romantic little hotel, built round a small courtyard, which was always noisy with the tramp of cavalry horses and the rattle of harness.

The hotel was managed by Madame Loorius and her two daughters, Suzanne and Blanche, who were known as "The Peaches." Suzanne was undoubtedly the Queen of the Ypres Salient, as sure as Marguerite was that of the Somme.

One look from the eyes of Suzanne, one smile, and these wonderful lads would go back to their gun-pits--or who knows where ?--proud.
Suzanne wore an R.F.C.badge on her breast.

She was engaged to be married to an R.F.C.officer at that time.