wdness on Gertrud's
part to see that the Frau Professor disliked the shape of her head.

The drive along the wet sands was uninteresting because of the
prevailing greyness of sky and sea; but the waves made so much noise
that Charlotte, unable to get anything out of me but head-shakings and
pointings to my ears, gave up trying to talk and kept quiet. The luggage
cart came on close behind, the lean horses showing an undesirable
skittishness, and once, in an attempt to run away, swerved so close to
the water that Gertrud's gloom became absolutely leaden. But we reached
Lobberort safely, ploughed up through the deep sand on to the track
again, and after Philippshagen the sky cleared, the sun came out, and
the world began on a sudden to sparkle.

We did not see Goehren again. The road, very hilly just there, passes
behind it between steep grassy banks blue with harebells and with a
strip of brilliant sky above it between the tops of the beeches. But
once more did I rattle over the stones of the Lonely One, pass the
wooden inn where the same people seemed to be drinking the same beer and
still waiting for the same train, and drive along the dull straight bit
between Baabe and the first pines of Sellin. At Sellin we were going to
lunch, rest the horses, and then, late in the afternoon, go on to Binz.
Sellin from this side is a pine-forest with a very deep sandy road.
Occasional villas appear between the trees, and becoming more frequent
join into a string and form one side of the road. After passing them we
came to a broad gravel road at right angles to the one we were on, with
restaurants and villas on either side, trim rows of iron lamp-posts and
stripling chestnut trees, and a wide gap at the end at the edge of the
cliff below which lay the sea.

This was the real Sellin, this single wide hot road, with its glaring
white houses, and at the back of them on either side the forest brushing
against their windows. It was one o'clock. Dinner bells were ringing all
down the street, visitors were streaming up from the sands into the
different hotels, dishes clattered, and the air was full of food. On
every balcony families were sitting round tables waiting for the servant
who was fetching their dinner from a restaurant. Down at the foot of the
cliff the sea lay in perfect quiet, a heavenly blue, out of reach in
that bay of the wind that was blowing on Thiessow. There was no wind
here, only intense heat and light and smells of co