March 18th Monday; Got a Pullman seat on the 7.35 and a second breakfast (a source of very comfortable reflection in these days.) Had several hours to wait at Folkestone. Sent a line home and bought a Stylo. The good mayor of Folkestone appeared to have issued an edict that no officers proceeding overseas should be served with intoxicants. Presumptious ass! Obtained drinks by perjury. Smooth crossing. Put up at Hotel de Paris. Boulogne. Strolled along the front with Norton. All pictures full up. Excellent dinner at Officers Club.