After the Red Cross doctor with his Sisters had been released, he went to the German authorities and asked in the name of us all what they proposed doing with us.  As they would no longer allow us to follow our profession, we could not remain in Brussels.  The answer was rather surprising as they said they intended sending the whole lot of us to Liege.  That was not pleasant news.  Liege was rather uncomfortably near Germany, and as we were not being sent to work there it sounded remarkably like being imprisoned.  Every one who could exerted themselves on our behalf; the American Consul in particular went over and over again to vainly try to get the commandant to change his mind.  We were to start on Monday morning, and on Sunday at midday the order still stood.  But at four o’clock that afternoon we got a message to say that our gracious masters had changed our sentence, and that we were to go to England when it suited their pleasure to send us.  But this did not suit my pleasure at all.  Twenty-six nurses had been entrusted to my care by the St. John’s Committee, four were still at M., and one at Tirlemont, and I did not mean to quit Belgian soil if I could help it, leaving five of them behind.  So I took everything very quietly, meaning to stay behind at the last minute, and change into civilian dress, which I took care to provide myself with.

Then began a long period of waiting.  Not one of my nurses was working, though there were a great many wounded in Brussels, and we knew that they were short-handed.  There was nothing to do but to walk about the streets and read the new affiches, or proclamations, which were put up almost every day, one side in French, the other side in German, so that all who listed might read.  They were of two kinds.  One purported to give the news, which was invariably of important German successes and victories.  The other kind were orders and instructions for the behaviour of the inhabitants of Brussels.  It was possible at that time to buy small penny reprints of all the proclamations issued since the German occupation.  They were not sold openly as the Germans were said to forbid their sale, but after all they could hardly punish people for reissuing what they themselves had published.  Unfortunately I afterwards lost my little books of proclamations, but can reproduce a translation of a characteristic one that appeared on October 5.  The italics are mine.

     BRUSSELS:  October 5, 1914.

During the evening of September 25 the railway line and the telegraph wires were destroyed on the line Lovenjoul-Vertryck.  In consequence of this, these two places have had to render an account of this, and had to give hostages on the morning of September 30.  In future, the localities nearest to the place where similar acts take place will be punished without pity—­it matters little whether the inhabitants are guilty or not.  For this purpose hostages have been taken from all localities near the railway line