Off

A little knot of people, perhaps 50 at most, gathered in the railway station at Brussels waiting for the departure of the Paris express. A tall elderly couple were about to take the train. The woman was talking to a lad who seemed to be her son and apparently giving him much good advice.

When the train was ready, the parents boarded it, the mother said "Goodby, Charles" to the boy. In a moment the express was roaring over the countryside bearing the King and Queen of the Belgians to Paris, to Marseilles, to India, on a three-months journey.