Eliminating, by a strong effort, all traces of
nervousness from his voice, he calls out in a tone of wonderful
coolness:
"Yes, what is it?"
"Are you in bed?" comes a voice from the other side of the door.
"Yes," answers B. "Why?"
"Oh! Sorry to disturb you, but we shall be so glad when you get up.
We can't go downstairs without coming through your room. This is
the only door. We have been waiting here for two hours, and our
train goes at three."
Great Scott! So that is why the poor old souls have been hanging
round the door, terrifying us out of our lives.
"All right, we'll be out in five minutes. So sorry. Why didn't you
call out before?"
FRIDAY, 30TH, OR SATURDAY, I AM NOT SURE WHICH
Troubles of a Tourist Agent. - His Views on Tourists. - The English
Woman Abroad. - And at Home. - The Ugliest Cathedral in Europe. - Old
Masters and New. - Victual-and-Drink-Scapes. - The German Band. - A
"Beer Garden." - Not the Women to Turn a Man's Head. - Difficulty of
Dining to Music. - Why one should Keep one's Mug Shut.
I think myself it is Saturday. B. says it is only Friday; but I am
positive I have had three cold baths since we left Ober-Ammergau,
which we did on Wednesday morning. If it is only Friday, then I
have had two morning baths in one day.
