"Bruges - you can see the belfry from this side - plays a polka by
Haydn every hour. My aunt lives here." "Ghent - Hotel de Ville,
some say finest specimen of Gothic architecture in Europe - where my
mother lives. You could see the house if that church wasn't there."
"Just passed Alost - great hop centre. My grandfather used to live
there; he's dead now." "There's the Royal chateau - here, just on
this side. My sister is married to a man who lives there - not in
the palace, I don't mean, but in Laeken." "That's the dome of the
Palais de Justice - they call Brussels 'Paris in little' - I like it
better than Paris, myself - not so crowded. I live in Brussels."
"Louvain - there's Van de Weyer's statue, the 1830 revolutionist. My
wife's mother lives in Louvain. 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. I felt very doubtful, in my own mind,
as to whether the train knew where it was going at all.
At Brussels we got out and had some more coffee and rolls. I forget
what language I talked at Brussels, but nobody understood me. When
I next awoke, after leaving Brussels, I found myself going forwards
again. The engine had apparently changed its mind for the second
time, and was pulling the carriages the other way now. I began to
get thoroughly alarmed. This train was simply doing what it liked.
There was no reliance to be placed upon it whatever. The next thing
it would do would be to go sideways. It seemed to me that I ought
to get up and see into this matter; but, while pondering the
business, I fell asleep again.
I was very sleepy indeed when they routed us out at Herbesthal, to
examine our luggage for Germany. I had a vague idea that we were
travelling in Turkey, and had been stopped by brigands. When they
told me to open my bag, I said, "Never!" and remarked that I was an
Englishman, and that they had better be careful. I also told them
that they could dismiss any idea of ransom from their minds at once,
unless they were prepared to take I.O.U.'s, as it was against the
principles of our family to pay cash for anything - certainly not for
relatives.
They took no notice of my warning, and caught hold of my Gladstone.
I resisted feebly, but was over-powered, and went to sleep again.
On awakening, I discovered myself in the buffet. I have no
recollection of going there. My instinct must have guided me there
during my sleep.
I ordered my usual repast of coffee and rolls. (I must have been
full of coffee and rolls by this time.) I had got the idea into my
head now that I was in Norway, and so I ordered them in broken
Scandinavian, a few words of which I had picked up during a trip
through the fiords last summer.
Of course, the man did not understand; but I am accustomed to
witnessing the confusion of foreigners when addressed in their
native tongue, and so forgave him - especially as, the victuals being
well within reach, language was a matter of secondary importance.
I took two cups of coffee, as usual - one for B., and one for myself-
-and, bringing them to the table, looked round for B. I could not
see him anywhere. What had become of him? I had not seen him, that
I could recollect, for hours. I did not know where I was, or what I
was doing. I had a hazy knowledge that B. and I had started off
together - whether yesterday or six months ago, I could not have said
to save my life - with the intention, if I was not mistaken, of going
somewhere and seeing something. We were now somewhere abroad -
somewhere in Norway was my idea; though why I had fixed on Norway is
a mystery to me to this day - and I had lost him!
How on earth were we ever to find each other again? A horrible
picture presented itself to my mind of our both wandering
distractedly up and down Europe, perhaps for years, vainly seeking
each other. The touching story of Evangeline recurred to me with
terrible vividness.
Something must be done, and that immediately. Somehow or another I
must find B. I roused myself, and summoned to my aid every word of
Scandinavian that I knew.
It was no good these people pretending that they did not understand
their own language, and putting me off that way.
