CHAPTER II
ON THE WAY TO ANTWERP
A couple of days afterward, however, feeling thoroughly ashamed of having fled, and knowing that Ostend was now reinforced by English Marines, I gathered my courage together once more, and returned to Belgium.
This time, so that I should not run away again so easily, I took with me a suit-case, and a couple of trunks.
These trunks contained clothes enough to last a summer and a winter, the MS. of a novel—"Our Marriage," which had appeared serially, and all my chiffons.
In fact I took everything I had in my wardrobe. I thought it was the simplest thing to do. So it was. But it afterwards proved an equally simple way of losing all I had.
Getting back to Ostend, I left my luggage at the Maritime Hotel, and hurried to the railway station.
I had determined to go to Antwerp for the day and see if it would be possible to make my headquarters in that town.
"Pas de train!" said the ticket official.