nd pleasant, and from it you can see the misty headland of
Arkona with its lighthouse, the northernmost point of the island, far
away on the left. Lohme itself is a small group of hotels and
lodging-houses on the top of low cliffs, very small and modest compared
even to Binz and Sassnitz, which are not very big themselves, and much
more difficult to get at. There is no railway nearer than Sassnitz, and
the few steamers that stop there disgorge the tourist who wants to get
out into a small boat and steam away leaving him to his fate, which is
only a nice one on quite calm days. Safely on land he climbs up a
shadeless zigzag path which must be beautiful in June, for the cliffs
are thickly covered with wild-rose bushes, and at the top finds himself
among the lodging-houses of Lohme. The only thing I saw when I got to
the top that made me linger was a row of tubs filled with nasturtiums
along the little terrace in front of the first hotel I passed. The way
those nasturtiums blazed against the vast blue curtain of sea and sky
that hung behind them, with no tree or bush anywhere near to shadow
their fierce splendour, was a sight well worth coming to Lohme for.
There is no shade anywhere at Lohme. It stands entirely exposed out in
the open beyond the Stubbenkammer forest, and on a dull day must be
dreary. It is, I imagine, a convenient place for quiet persons who do
not wish to spend much, and the air is beautiful. In spite of the heat I
felt as if it were the most bracing air I had yet come across on my
journey.

The carriage was waiting just outside the empty, sunny little place, in
a road that winds chalkily between undulating fields in the direction of
Glowe. Gertrud's face wore a look of satisfaction as she got into her
old seat beside me and took out her knitting. She had not been able to
knit during those few dreadful days in which her place had been usurped,
and she had bumped after us ignominiously in a cart; and how pleasant it
was not to have the ceaseless rattle just behind. Yes; it became more
and more clear that Charlotte ought to be in her own home with her
husband. Her being there would undoubtedly promote the general peace.
And why should she go about stirring people up and forcing them to be
dogged by luggage carts?

The road wound higher through the cornfields, dwindling at last into a
stony track. The country heaved away in ample undulations on either
side. There were no trees, but so many flowers that eve