"Where do you come from?" was his first question.
"From Louvain!"
"Have you been there already? I am going there too. How are things there?"
"Have you got anything for me to eat?" I asked, not heeding his words.
I said it quite innocently, without any other desire beyond that of taking off the edge of my really trying hunger. But the effect of my question was surprising indeed. He looked at me dumbfounded, and asked:
"But where did you stay then during the night?"
"I have been arrested."
"And did you not get anything to eat?"
"No!"