t to General Armstrong), so that
Vivie and Minna von Stachelberg--now Minna Schultz--might foregather
at Bonn. Minna had married again, an officer of no family but of
means and of fine physique whom she had nursed in Brussels. His left
arm had been shattered, but the skill of the Belgian surgeons and
her devoted nursing had saved it from being amputated. She had
wished however to have him examined by some great exponent of
curative surgery at Bonn University, and the conjunction of the
celebrated Sir Michael Rossiter--who in his discussions of anatomy
with the Bonn professors forgot there had ever been a war between
Britain and Germany--was most opportune.

I think however that Sir Michael said this was all humbug on Minna's
part, and that all she wanted--her husband, Major Schultz, looking
the picture of health--was to meet once more her well-beloved Vivie.
At any rate I am sure they met in the Rhineland in a propitious
month when you could be out of doors all day and all night; and that
Minna said some time or other how happy she was in her second
marriage, and that however heartily she disliked militarism and
condemned War, soldiers made the nicest husbands. I think before she
and Vivie parted to go their several ways, they determined to work
for the building up of an Anglo-German reconciliation, and for the
advocacy in both countries of a Man-and-Woman Government.

I think, nevertheless, that Vivie being a sound business woman and
possessing a strong sense of justice on the lines of an eye for an
eye, will claim at least Five Thousand pounds from the German
Government for the devastations and thefts at the Villa Beau-sejour;
and that having got it and having disposed of her mother's jewellery
and plate for L3,500, she will present the Villa Beau-sejour
property and an endowment of L8,000 to the Town of Brussels, as an
educational orphanage for the children of Belgian soldiers who have
died in the War, where they may receive a practical education in
agriculture and poultry farming.

I fancy she gave a Thousand pounds to Pasteur Walcker's Congo
Mission; and transferred to Mme. Trouessart all her shares in and
rights over the Hotel Edouard-Sept.

I also picture to myself the Rossiters having a motor tour of pure
pleasure and delight of the eyes in South Wales in September, 1919.

I imagine their going to Pontystrad and surprising the Vicar and
Vicaress and puzzling them by purposely-diffuse stories of Vivie's
co