We left Binz at ten o'clock the next morning for Sassnitz and Stubbenkammer. Sassnitz is
the principal bathing-place on the island, and I had meant to stay there a night; but as
neither of us liked the glare of chalk roads and white houses we went on that day to
Stubbenkammer, where everything is in the shade.
rather frightened, for I was afraid I was going to be scolded and was not sure that I did
not deserve it, I found her sitting on the pillared verandah indulgently watching the
answered 'Oh?'
Later in the evening I discovered that the reason of her want of interest in my movements
and absence of reproachfulness was that she herself had had a busy and a successful day.
expressing horror and disgust, had turned her out. Charlotte praised the widow. 'She is an
intelligent and a right-minded woman,' she said. 'She assured me she would rather do all
the work herself and be left without a servant altogether than keep a wicked girl like
that. I was prepared to leave at once if she had not dismissed her then and there.'
Still later in the evening I gathered from certain remarks Charlotte made that she had lent
judge from Charlotte's satisfaction was quite carried away by it. Its nature was certainly
sufficiently9 startling to carry any ordinary widow away.
number of them as we drove away; 'I am so glad I was able to help her a little by opening
her eyes.'
'The operation,' I observed, 'is not always pleasant.'
'But invariably necessary,' said Charlotte with decision.
What then was my astonishment13 on looking back, as we were turning the corner by the red-
brick hotel, to take a last farewell of the pretty white house on the shore, to see Hedwig
hanging out of an upper window waving a duster to Gertrud who was following us in the
gate below. 'That house is certainly haunted,' I exclaimed. 'There's a fresh ghost looking
out of the window at this very moment.'
Charlotte turned her head with an incredulous face. Having seen the apparition15 she turned
it back again.
'It can't be Hedwig,' I hastened to assure her, 'because you told me she had been sent to
her mother in the country. It can only, then, be Hedwig's ghost. She is very young to have
one, isn't she?'
But Charlotte said nothing at all; and so we left Binz in silence, and got into the sandy
road and pine forest that takes you the first part of your way towards the north and
Sassnitz.
The road I had meant to take goes straight from Binz along the narrow tongue of land,
marked Schmale Heide on the map, separating the Baltic Sea from the inland sea called
Jasmunder Bodden; but outside the village I saw a sheet of calm water shining through pine
trunks on the left, and I got out to go and look at it, and August, always nervous when I
got out, drove off the beaten track after me, and so we missed our way.
Schwarze See, and I stood on the edge admiring its morning loveliness as it lay without a
unreal as the waves of a dream on that still shore. And while I was standing among its
reeds August was busy thinking out a short cut that would strike the road we had left
higher up. The result was that we very soon went astray, and emerging from the woods at the
farm of Dollahn found ourselves heading straight for the Jasmunder Bodden. But it did not
matter where we went so long as we were pleased, and when everything is fresh and new how
can you help being pleased? So we drove on looking for a road to the right that should
bring us back again to the Schmale Heide, and enjoyed the open fields and the bright
morning, and pretended to ourselves that it was not dusty. At least that is what I
pretended to myself. Charlotte pretended nothing of the sort; on the contrary, she declared
And that is one of the many points on which the walker has the advantage of him who drives
only one of driving is that you can take a great many clean clothes with you; for the rest,
there is no comparing the two pleasures. And, after all, what does it matter if for one
fortnight out of all the fortnights there are in a year you are not so clean as usual?
Indeed, I think there must be a quite peculiar charm for the habitually22 well-washed in
being for a short time deliberately23 dirty.
At Lubkow, a small village on the Jasmunder Bodden, we got on to the high road to Bergen,
the woods we reached the Schmale Heide again, and then for four miles drove along a white
road between young pines, the bluest of skies overhead, and on our right, level with the
road, the violet sea. This was the first time I saw the Baltic really violet. On other days
it had been a deep blue or a brilliant green, but here it was a wonderful, dazzling violet.
At Neu Mucran—all these places are on the map—we left the high road to go on by itself up
keep as near the shore as possible. The rest of the way to Sassnitz was too unmitigatedly
glaring and dusty to be pleasant. There were no trees at all; and as it was uphill nearly
sky were one blaze of brightness. Our eyes, filled with dust, were smarting long before we
got to the yet fiercer blaze of Sassnitz; and it was when we found that the place is all
chalk and white houses, built in the open with the forest pushed well back behind, that
I would advise the intending tourist to use Sassnitz only as a place to make excursions to
from Binz on one side or Stubbenkammer on the other; though, aware of my peculiarities31, I
advise it with diffidence. For out of every thousand Germans nine hundred and ninety-nine
would give, with emphasis, a contrary advice, and the remaining one would not agree with
me. But I have nothing to do with the enthusiasms of other people, and can only repeat that
it is a dusty, glaring place—quaint enough on a fine day, with its steep streets leading
they were built of cardboard and were only meant, as indeed is the case, to be used during
a few weeks in summer.
August, Gertrud, and the horses were sent to an inn for a three hours' rest, and we walked
the sea. As it was dinner-time the place was empty, and from the different hotels came such
Down on the beach we found a confectioner's shop directly overlooking the sea, with sun-
blinds and open windows, and no one in it. It looked cool, so we went in and sat at a
wretched.
'What shall we do till four o'clock?' I inquired disconsolately41, leaning my elbows on the
window-sill and watching the heat dancing outside over the shingle.
'Do?' said somebody, stopping beneath the window; 'why, walk with us to Stubbenkammer, of
course.'
'You here? I thought you were going to stay in Binz?'
'We came across for the day in a steamer. My mother is waiting for me in the shade. She
sent me to get some biscuits, and then we are going to Stubbenkammer. Come too.'
'Oh but the heat!'
'Wait a minute. I'm coming in there to get the biscuits.'
He disappeared round the corner of the house, the door being behind.
'He is good-looking, isn't he?' I said to Charlotte.
'I dislike that type of healthy, successful, self-satisfied young animal.'
'That's because you have eaten so many cakes and sardines,' I said soothingly43.
'Are you never serious?'
'But invariably.'
'That's only those three vanilla ices,' I assured her encouragingly.
'You here, too, Frau Nieberlein?' exclaimed Ambrose, coming in. 'Oh good. You will come
with us, won't you? It's a beautiful walk—shade the whole way. And I have just got that
work of the Professor's about the Phrygians, and want to talk about it frightfully badly.
I've been reading it all night. It's the most marvellous book. No wonder it revolutionised
European thought. Absolutely epoch-making.' He bought his biscuits as one in a dream, so
'Come on Charlotte,' I said; 'a walk will do us both good. I'll send word to August to meet
us at Stubbenkammer.'
But Charlotte would not come on. She would sit there quietly, she said; bathe perhaps,
later, and then drive to Stubbenkammer.
'I tell you what, Frau Nieberlein,' cried Ambrose from the counter, 'I never envied a woman
before, but I must say I envy you. What a marvellously glorious fate to be the wife of such
an extraordinary thinker!'
'Very well then,' I said quickly, not knowing what Charlotte's reply might be, 'you'll come
on with August and meet us there. Auf Wiedersehen, Lottchen.' And I hurried Ambrose and his
biscuits out.
Looking up as we passed beneath the window, we saw Charlotte still sitting at the marble
table gazing into space.
'In what way wonderful?' I asked uneasily, for I had no wish to discuss the Nieberlein
conjugalities with him.
because she's his wife—oh, quite wonderful.'
'Ah, yes. About those Phrygians——'
And so I got his thoughts away from Charlotte, and by the time we had found his mother I
knew far more about Phrygians than I should have thought possible.
The walk along the coast from Sassnitz to Stubbenkammer is alone worth a journey to Rügen.
I suppose there are few walks in the world more wholly beautiful from beginning to end. On
no account, therefore, should the traveller, all unsuspecting of so much beauty so near at
hand, be persuaded to go to Stubbenkammer by road. The road will give him merely a pretty
country drive, taking him the shortest way, quite out of sight of the sea; the path keeps
close to the edge of the cliffs, and is a series of exquisite surprises. But only the lusty
and the spare must undertake it, for it is not to be done under three hours, and is an
describe, as you climb higher and higher, the lovely sparkle and colour of the sea as it
curls, far below you, in and out among the folds of the cliffs?
telling us about Nieberlein's new work. I was perfectly content too, because only one ear
water, besides both my happy eyes. We did not hurry, but lingered over each beauty, resting
on little sunny plateaus high up on the very edge of the cliffs, where, sitting on the hot
sweet grass, we saw the colour of the sea shine through the colour of the fringing scabious
—a divine meeting of colours often to be seen along the Rügen coast in July; or, in the
slimy green stones to the sea which looked, from those dark places, like a great wall of
light.
nature of Nieberlein's book. His enthusiasm made him talk so much that she, perforce, was
silent; and her love for him written so plainly on her face showed what she must have been
like in her best days, the younger days before her husband got his gaiters and began to
grieve. Besides, during the last and steepest part of the walk we were beyond the range of
other tourists, for they had all dropped off at the Waldhalle, a place half-way where you
drink, so that there was nothing at all to offend her. We arrived, therefore, at
enough to be glad we had got there. On the plateau in front of the restaurant—there is, of
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.
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
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-
'I fear the gracious one will not enjoy sleeping here,' whispered Gertrud as she put a pot
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 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
among them. In the middle of this space is a big, bare, yellow house, the only hotel in
Stubbenkammer, the only house in fact that I saw at all, and some distance to the left of
this in the shade of the forest, one-storied, dank, dark, and mosquito-y, the pavilion.
'Gertrud,' I said, scanning it with a sinking heart, 'never yet did I sleep in a pavilion.'
'I know it, gracious one.'
'With shutterless66 windows on a level with the elbows of the passers-by.'
'What the gracious one says is but too true.'
'I will enter and speak with my cousin Charlotte.'
Charlotte was, as Gertrud had said, sitting on one of the two beds that nearly filled the
and looked up with an eager, worried expression when I opened the door. 'Is it not
terrible,' she said, 'that one should not be able to do more than one's best, and that
one's best is never enough?'
'Why, what's the matter?'
'Oh everything's the matter! You are all dull, indifferent, deadened to everything that is
vital. You don't care—you let things slide—and if any one tries to wake you up and tell
you the truth you never, never listen.'
'Who—me?' I asked, confused into this sad grammar by her outburst.
She threw the pamphlet down and jumped up, 'Oh, I am sick of all your sins and
stupidities!' she cried, pulling her hat straight and sticking violent pins into it.
'Whose—mine?' I asked in great perplexity.
'It would almost seem,' said Charlotte, fixing me with angry eyes,—'it would really almost
seem that there is no use whatever in devoting one's life to one's fellow-creatures.'
'Well, one naturally likes to be left alone,' I murmured.
'What I try to do is to pull them out of the mud when they are in it, to warn them when
they are going in it, and to help them when they have been in it.'
'Well, that sounds very noble. Being full of noble intentions, why on earth, my dear
Charlotte, can't you be placid? You are never placid. Come and have some tea.'
'Tea! What, with those wretched people? Those leathern souls? Those Harvey-Brownes?'
'Come along—it isn't only tea—it's strawberries and roses, and looks lovely.'
'Oh, those people half kill me! They are so pleased with themselves, so satisfied with
points. Why not try to do them good? You'd be interested in them at once if you'd look upon
them as patients.'
depress anybody,' I said. 'And I know what's worrying you—it's that widow.'
'I know what's an irritating trick of yours,' exclaimed Charlotte, turning on me, 'it's
always explaining the reason why I say or feel what I do say or feel.'
'What, and isn't there any reason?'
was somebody else's fault. And of course every single thing that happens to you is never
'As though it wanted any teaching,' said Charlotte stopping short in the middle of the open
space before our table to look into my eyes. 'You've only not got to be silly.'
'But what am I to do if I am silly—naturally silly—born it?'
'The tea is getting very cold,' called out Mrs. Harvey-Browne plaintively78. She had been
informed us that the tourists were such that no decent woman could stand it. 'Ambrose has
gone off with one of them,' she said,—'a most terrible old man—to look at some view over
there. Would you believe it, while we were quietly sitting here not harming anybody, this
person came up the hill and immediately began to talk to us as if we knew each other? He
room elsewhere. He was most objectionable. Of course I refused. The most pushing person I
have met at all.'
'But there is ample room,' said Charlotte, to whom everything the bishop's wife said and
did appeared bad.
'But, my dear Frau Nieberlein, a complete stranger! And such an unpleasantly jocular old
man. And I think it so very ill-bred to be jocular in the wrong places.'
'I always think it a pity to cold-shoulder people,' said Charlotte sternly. She was not, it
seemed, going to stand any nonsense from the bishop's wife.
'You must be dying for some tea,' I interposed, pouring it out as one who should pour oil
on troubled waters.
'And you should consider,' continued Charlotte, 'that in fifty years we shall all be dead,
and our opportunities for being kind will be over.'
'My dear Frau Nieberlein!' ejaculated the astonished bishop's wife.
'Why, it isn't certain,' I said. 'You'll only be eighty then, Charlotte, and what is
beneath the burthen of fourscore.'
But the bishop's wife did not like being told she would be dead in fifty years, and no
artless quotations83 of mine could make her like it; so she drank her tea with an offended
face. 'Perhaps, then,' she remarked, 'you will tell me I ought to have accepted the
proposal one of the other tourists, a woman, made me a moment ago. She suggested that I
'Well, and why should you not?' said Charlotte.
'Why should I not? There were two excellent reasons why I should not. First, because it was
'The second reason is good, but you must pardon my seeing no excellence86 whatever in the
first.'
'Your son's tea will be undrinkable,' I said, feebly interrupting. I can never see two
people contradicting each other without feeling wretched. Why contradict? Why argue at all?
Only one's Best-Beloved, one's Closest and Most Understanding should be contradicted and
argued with. How simple to keep quiet with all the rest and agree to everything they say.
Charlotte up to this had kept very quiet in the presence of Mrs. Harvey-Browne, had said
yes in the right places, and had only been listless and bored. Now, after reading her own
explosive pamphlet for an hour, stirred besides by the widow's base behaviour and by the
strawberries in a nest of green.
'If women did not regard each other's advances with so much suspicion,' Charlotte proceeded
emphatically, 'if they did not look upon every one of a slightly different class as an
impossible person to be avoided, they would make a much better show in the fight for
independent existence. The value of co-operation is so gigantic——'
winter,' interrupted Mrs. Harvey-Browne with an immense plaintiveness93.
'It cannot be said too often.'
'Oh yes dear Frau Nieberlein, believe me it can. What, for instance, has it to do with my
being asked to drive back to Sassnitz with a strange family in a fly?'
'Why, with that it has very much to do,' I interposed, smiling pleasantly on them both.
'You would have paid half. And what is co-operation if it is not paying half? Indeed, I've
been told by people who have done it that it sometimes even means paying all. In which case
you don't see its point.'
'What I mean, of course,' said Charlotte, 'is moral co-operation. A ceaseless working
together of its members for the welfare of the sex. No opportunity should ever be lost. One
should always be ready to talk to, to get to know, to encourage. One must cultivate a large
love for humanity to whatever class it belongs, and however individually objectionable it
dressed and had manners of a type with which you are not acquainted. You considered it an
impertinence—nay, more than an impertinence, an insult, to be approached in such a manner.
Now, how can you tell'—(here she leaned across the table, and in her earnestness pointed
the teaspoon straight at Mrs. Harvey-Browne, who stared harder than ever)—'how will you
ever know that the woman did not happen to be full, full to the brim, of that good soil in
which the seed of a few encouraging words dropped during your drive would have produced a
splendid harvest of energy and freedom?'
'But my dear Frau Nieberlein,' said the bishop's wife, much taken aback by this striking
image, 'I do not think she was full of anything of the kind. She did not look so, anyhow.
asked, turning to me in a well-meant effort to get away from the subject. 'The old-
'Why are you talking about farming?' asked Ambrose, who came up at this moment.
'We are talking of the farming of souls,' replied Charlotte.
'Oh,' said Ambrose, in his turn taken aback. He pretended to be so busy sitting down that
he couldn't say more than just Oh. We watched him in silence fussing into his chair. 'How
pleasant it is here,' he went on when he was settled. 'No, I don't mind cold tea a bit,
really. Mother, why wouldn't you let the old man sit with us? He's a frightfully good
sort.'
'Because there are certain limits beyond which I decline to go,' replied his mother,
visibly annoyed that he should thus unconsciously side with Charlotte.
'Oh but it was rough on him—don't you think so, Frau Nieberlein? We have the biggest table
and only half-fill it, and there isn't another place to be had. It is so characteristically
British for us to sit here and keep other people out. He'll have to wait heaven knows how
long for his coffee, and he has walked miles.'
'I think,' said Charlotte slowly, loudly, and weightily, 'that he might very well have
joined us.'
'But you did not see him,' protested Mrs. Harvey-Browne. 'I assure you he really was
impossible. Much worse than the woman we were talking about.'
'I can only say,' said Charlotte, even slower, louder, and more weightily, 'that one
should, before all things, be human, and that one has no right whatever to turn one's back
on the smallest request of a fellow-creature.'
Hardly had she said it, hardly had the bishop's wife had time to open her mouth and stare
came nimbly up behind Charlotte, and bending down to her unsuspecting ear shouted into it
the amazing monosyllable 'Bo!'
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