Apparently the poor grandfather, living under German rule at Landrecies, had committed suicide.
I went back to Cassel and began to itch, mildly at first, and I was not in the least put out.

My brother came to France, and I went to Boulogne to meet him.

His boat was to arrive at 6.15 p.m., but did not get in till just 10 p.m.They had been away down the Channel avoiding something.

Driving back to Cassel we had a fine sight of bombing and searchlights.

Hardly a night passed at this period that the Boche did not have a "go" at St.Omer.One night, just then, they dropped three torpedoes in Cassel as we were having dinner, but Suzanne, the "Peach," at her desk, never fluttered an eyelid.