h pride....
"She is a lady who has taken a high degree at an English University.
She has been an important person in the English feminist movement.
When this dreadful war is over, I and my daughter will--"

At this juncture Vivie entered. "_Mother_, I hope you haven't
missed me, haven't been unwell?" she said, looking rather
questioningly at the little glass of Schnapps, only half of which
had been drunk.

"Well yes, dear, I have. _Terrible_ low spirits and all swimmy-like.
Thought I was going to faint. But this man here has been so kind
"--her tears flowed afresh--"We've bin talking of old times; he used
to know me before--"

_Vivie_: "Quite so. But I think, dear, we had better be going back.
I want to talk to you about the new rooms I've seen. Are you equal
to walking? If not perhaps this kind man would try to get us a
cab...?"

But Mrs. Warren said it was no distance, only round the corner, and
she could well walk. When they got back she would go and lie down.
Vivie, reading her mother's thoughts, pressed a five-franc note into
the gardener's not reluctant palm, and they regained the Rue Royale.

But just as they were passing through the revolving door of the
Hotel Imperial, a German who had been installed as manager came up
with two soldiers and said explosively: "Heraus! Foutez-nous le
camp! Aout you go! Don't show your face here again!"

"But," said Vivie, "our notice doesn't expire till the end of this
week...!"

"Das macht nichts. The rooms are wanted and I won't have you on the
premises. Off you go, or these soldiers shall take you both round to
the Kommandantur."

"But our luggage? _Surely_ you will let me go up to our room and
pack it--and take it away? We..."

"Your luggage has been packed and is in the corridor. If you send
round for it, it shall be delivered to your messenger. But you are
not to stop on the premises another minute. You understand?" he
almost shrieked.

"But--"

For answer, the soldiers took them by the shoulders and whirled
them through the revolving door on to the pavement, where a crowd
began to collect, as it does in peace or war if you cough twice or
sneeze three times in Brussels. "Englische Hure! Englische
Kuepplerin," shouted the soldiers as they retreated and locked the
revolving door. Mrs. Warren turned purple and swayed. Vivie caught
her round the waist with her strong arm.... Thus was Mrs. Warren
ejected from the once homely inn which she had converted by her
e