re is, of course, a restaurant at
the climax of the walk--there were tables under the trees and people
eating and drinking. One table, at a little distance from the others,
with the best view over the cliff, had a white cloth on it, and was
spread for what looked like tea. There were nice thin cups, and
strawberries, and a teapot, and a jug in the middle with roses in it;
and while I was wondering who were the privileged persons for whom it
had been laid Gertrud came out of the restaurant, followed by a waiter
carrying thin bread and butter, and then I knew that the privileged
persons were ourselves.

'I had tea with you yesterday,' I said to Mrs. Harvey-Browne. 'Now it is
your turn to have tea with me.'

'How charming,' said Mrs. Harvey-Browne with a sigh of satisfaction,
sinking into a chair and smelling the roses. 'Your maid seems to be one
of those rare treasures who like doing extra things for their
mistresses.'

Well, Gertrud is a rare treasure, and it did look clean and dainty next
to the beer-stained tables at which coffee was being drunk and spilt by
tourists who had left their Gertruds at home. Then the place was so
wonderful, the white cliffs cutting out sheer and sharp into the sea,
their huge folds filled with every sort of greenery--masses of shrubby
trees, masses of ferns, masses of wild-flowers. Down at the bottom there
was a steamer anchored, the one by which the Harvey-Brownes were going
back later to Binz, quite a big, two-funnelled steamer, and it looked
from where we were like a tiny white toy.

'I fear the gracious one will not enjoy sleeping here,' whispered
Gertrud as she put a pot of milk on the table. 'I made inquiries on
arrival, and the hotel is entirely full, and only one small bedroom in a
pavilion, detached, among trees, can be placed at the gracious one's
disposal.'

'And my cousin?'

'The room has two beds, and the cousin of the gracious one is sitting on
one of them. We have been here already an hour. August is installed. The
horses are well accommodated here. I have an attic of sufficient
comfort. Only the ladies will suffer.'

'I will go to my cousin. Show me, I pray thee, the way.'

Excusing myself to Mrs. Harvey-Browne I followed Gertrud. At the back of
the restaurant there is an open space where a great many feather-beds in
red covers were being aired on the grass, while fowls and the waiting
drivers of the Sassnitz waggonettes wandered about among them. In the
middle of