"This isn't as exciting as the first trip we made
to-night, either."
"No, but I think it's safer," said Paul, rather
dryly. "And there'll be more than enough excitement
to make up for it when the Germans come, Arthur."
"Oh, I suppose so!"
"I am going to take you two boys to Brussels
with me," said Madame de Frenard, suddenly.
Paul was quiet at that; it was Arthur who cried
out in vigorous protest.
"Oh, no, Aunt Claire!" he exclaimed. "There's
so much for us to do here!"
"There will be plenty for you to do in Brussels,"
she said, with decision. "It's settled. I
can't allow you to stay here if it isn't safe for me."
Arthur looked to Paul for help, but Paul only
smiled. His aunt looked at him curiously.
"So you are willing to go without arguing,
Paul?" she asked.
"You said it was settled, Aunt Claire," he
replied. "If a thing is settled, there is no use in
arguing about it, is there?"
She smiled faintly. She knew Paul well enough
to know that when his mind was made up he never
was willing to admit that a thing was settled until
it was settled as he wished. She wondered what
he had up his sleeve, for she was sure that he was
quite as anxious as Arthur to stay in or around Liege.
As a matter of fact, Paul was the only one of
them all who had even a remote idea of what was
coming. He could not foresee all the horrors of
invasion and battle.
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