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habitable and inviting. It was Belgian artillery headquarters, and I was to meet here Colonel Jacques, one of the military idols of Belgium, the hero of the Congo, and now in charge of Belgian batteries. In addition, since it was midnight, we were to sup here. We were expected, and Colonel Jacques himself waited inside the living-room door. A tall man, as are almost all the Belgian officers--which is curious, considering that the troops seem to be rather under average size--he greeted us cordially. I fancied that behind his urbanity there was the glimmer of an amused smile. But his courtesy was beautiful. He put me near the fire and took the next chair himself. I had a good chance to observe him. He is no longer a young man, and beyond a certain military erectness and precision in his movements there is nothing to mark him the great soldier he has shown himself to be. "We are to have supper," he said smilingly in French. "Provided you have brought something to eat with you!" "We have brought it," said Captain F----. The officers of the staff came in and were formally presented. There was much clicking of heels, much deep and courteous bowing. Then Captain F---- produced his box of biscuits, and from a capacious pocket of his army overcoat a tin of bully beef. The House of the Mill of Saint ---- contributed a bottle of thin white native wine and, triumphantly, a glass. There are not many glasses along the front. There was cheese too. And at the end of the meal Colonel Jacques, with great _empressement_, laid before me a cake of sweet chocolate. I had to be shown the way to use the bully beef. One of the hard flat biscuits was split open, spread with butter and then with the beef in a deep layer. It was quite good, but what with excitement and fatigue I was not hungry. Everybody ate; everybody talked; and, after asking my permission, everybody smoked. I sat near the stove and dried my steaming boots. Afterward I remembered that with all the conversation there was very little noise. Our voices were subdued. Probably we might have cheered in that closed and barricaded house without danger. But the sense of the nearness of the enemy was over us all, and the business of war was not forgotten. There were men who came, took orders and went away. There were maps on the walls and weapons in every corner. Even the sacking that covered the windows bespoke caution and danger. Here it was too near the front for
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