ing very great friends.
I got up, put on my hat, and said rather stiffly, for she still sat
staring, that it was time to go. We walked back in silence, each feeling
resentful, and keeping along the cliff passed, just before we came to
Sellin, a little restaurant of coloured glass, a round building of an
atrocious ugliness, which we discovered was one of the prides of Sellin;
for afterwards, driving through the forest to Binz, all the sign-posts
had fingers pointing in its direction, and bore the inscription _Glas
Pavilion, schoenste Aussicht Sellins_. The _schoene Aussicht_ was
indisputable, but to choose the loveliest spot and blot its beauty with
a coloured glass restaurant so close to a place full of restaurants is
surely unusually profane. There it is, however, and all day long it
industriously scents the forest round it with the smell of soup. People
were beginning to gather about its tables, the people we had seen dining
and who had slept since, and some of them were already drinking coffee
and eating slabs of cherry cake with a pile of whipped cream on each
slab, for all the world as though they had had nothing since breakfast.
Conspicuous at one table sat the maiden aunt, still rosy from her sleep.
She too had ordered cherry cake, and the waiter put it down before her
as we came by, and she sat for a moment fondly regarding it, turning the
plate round and round so as to take in all its beauties, and if ever a
woman looked happy it was that one. 'Poor dumb, half-conscious
remnant'--I murmured under my breath. Charlotte seemed to read my
thoughts, for she turned her head impatiently away from the cake and the
lady, and said once again and defiantly, 'The principle is the same, of
course.'

'Of course,' said I.

The drive from Sellin to Binz was by far the most beautiful I had had.
Up to that point no drive had been uninterruptedly beautiful, but this
one was lovely from end to end. It took about an hour and a half, and we
were the whole time in the glorious mixed forest belonging to Prince
Putbus and called the Granitz. As we neared Binz the road runs down
close to the sea, and through the overhanging branches we could see that
we had rounded another headland and were in another bay. Also, after
having met nothing but shy troops of deer, we began to pass increasing
numbers of bath-guests, walking slowly, taking the gentlest of exercise
before their evening meal. Charlotte had been fairly quiet. Her head,
apparen