doors on the fourth side. The windows were double, and quite uncurtained. It was early evening.

The coffee came — hot and good — and a whole ring of cake.

‘A whole Kuchen!’ cried Ursula. ‘They give you more than us! I want some of yours.’

There were other people in the place, ten altogether, so Birkin had found out: two artists, three students, a man and wife, and a Professor and two daughters — all Germans. The four English people, being newcomers, sat in their coign of vantage to watch. The Germans peeped in at the door, called a word to the waiter, and went away again. It was not meal-time, so they did not come into this dining-room, but betook themselves, when their boots were changed, to the Reunionsaal.