We smiled knowingly.
"Refugees always talk like that," we said wisely.

"The Germans would not bombard an unfortified town.

And, besides, there are no Germans south of Liege." The morning following in my room I heard from the Place Rogier the warnings of many motor horns.

At great speed innumerable automobiles were approaching, all coming from the west through the Boulevard du Regent, and without slackening speed passing northeast toward Ghent, Bruges, and the coast.

The number increased and the warnings became insistent.