It was not long before I said to him: "Do you think it would be possible for an Englishwoman to get into Brussels? I should like very much to go. I want to get an interview with M. Max for my newspaper."
He was an extremely optimistic and cheerful young man.
He said, "Quite easy! I know M. Max very well. If you come with me, I'll see you safely through, and take you to see him. As a matter of fact I've got a little party travelling with me on Friday, and I shall be delighted if you will join us."
"I'll come," I said.
Extraordinary how easy it is to make up one's mind about big things.
That decision, which was the most important one I ever made in my life, gave me less trouble than I have sometimes been caused by such trifles as how to do one's hair or what frock to wear.
Next day, I told everyone I was going to try to get into Brussels.
"You'll be taken prisoner!"
"You're mad!"
"You'll be shot!"