By now, I had come to depend absolutely on the result of my glance.
"Yes!" I said, "and you are American."
He admitted that was so.
Almost immediately we fell into talk about the War.
"How long do you think it will last?" asked the American.
"I don't know, what do you think?"
"I give it six weeks. I'll be over then."
And he assured me that was the general opinion of those he knew—six weeks or less.
"But what are you doing in this train?" he added interestedly.
"Going to Brussels!"