About midnight [?] he wakes and tells me he has had a jolly dream. He dreamed that he was running in a field in England, running in a big race, that he led the race and won it. [_Sunday, 11th._] One bad symptom is disappearing. Towards dawn it has almost gone. He really does seem stronger. [_5 a.m._] He has had no return of pain or restlessness. But he was to have a morphia _piqure_ at five o'clock, and they have given it to him to make sure. [_8 a.m._] The night has not been so terrible, after all. It has gone like an hour and I have left him sleeping. I am not in the least bit tired; I never felt drowsy once, and my cough has nearly gone. * * * * * Antwerp has fallen. Taube over Ghent in the night. Six doctors have seen Mr. ----. They all say he is ever so much better. They even say he may live--that he has a good chance. Dr. Wilson is taking Mr. Foster to England this morning. Went back to the Hotel Cecil to sleep for an hour or two. An enormous oval table-top is leaning flat against the wall; but by no possibility can it be set up. Still, the landlord said he would find a table, and he has found one. Went back to the "Flandria" for lunch. In the mess-room Janet tells me that Mr. ----'s case has been taken out of my hands. I am not to try to do any more nursing. Little Janet looks as if she were trying to soften a blow. But it isn't a blow. Far from it. It is the end of an intolerable responsibility. The Commandant and the Chaplain started about nine or ten this morning for Melle, and are not back yet. We expect that we may have to clear out of Ghent before to-morrow. Mr. Riley, Mrs. Lambert and Janet have gone in the second car to Melle. I waited in all afternoon on the chance of being taken when the Commandant comes and goes out again. [_4.45._] He is not back yet. I am very anxious. The Germans may be in Melle by now. One of the old officials in peaked caps has called on me solemnly this afternoon. He is the most mysterious of them all, an old man with a white moustache, who never seems to do anything but hang about. He is certainly not an _infirmier_. He called ostensibly to ask some question and remained to talk. I think he thought he would pump me. He began by asking if we women enjoyed going out with the Field Ambulance; he supposed we felt very daring and looked on the whole thing as an adventure. I detected some sinister intention, and replied that that was not exactly the idea; that our women went out to help to save the lives of the wounded soldiers, and that they had succeeded in this object over and over again; and that I didn't imagine they thought of anything much except their duty. We certainly were not out for amusement.