She wants us to come and live
there. She says we are too far away from her at Brussels, but I
don't think so." "Leige - see the citadel? Got some cousins at
Leige - only second ones. Most of my first ones live at Maestricht";
and so on all the way to Cologne.
I do not believe we passed a single town or village that did not
possess one or more specimens of this man's relatives. Our journey
seemed, not so much like a tour through Belgium and part of Northern
Germany, as a visit to the neighbourhood where this man's family
resided.
I was careful to take a seat facing the engine at Ostend. I prefer
to travel that way. But when I awoke a little later on, I found
myself going backwards.
I naturally felt indignant. I said:
"Who's put me over here? I was over there, you know. You've no
right to do that!"
They assured me, however, that nobody had shifted me, but that the
train had turned round at Ghent.
I was annoyed at this. It seemed to me a mean trick for a train to
start off in one direction, and thus lure you into taking your seat
(or somebody else's seat, as the case might be) under the impression
that you were going to travel that way, and then, afterwards, turn
round and go the other way.
