“Superb,” remarked George.
“They have had the good sense for once,” said Harris, “to put that restaurant out of sight.”
“They do seem to have hidden it,” said George.
“One doesn’t mind the thing so much when it is not forced under one’s nose,” said Harris.
“Of course, in its place,” I observed, “a restaurant is right enough.”
“I should like to know where they have put it,” said George.
“Suppose we look for it?” said Harris, with inspiration.
It seemed a good idea. I felt curious myself. We agreed to explore in different directions, returning to the summit to report progress. In half an hour we stood together once again. There was no need for words. The face of one and all of us announced plainly that at last we had discovered a recess of German nature untarnished by the sordid suggestion of food or drink.
“I should never have believed it possible,” said Harris; “would you?”
“I should say,” I replied, “that this is the only square quarter of a mile in the entire Fatherland unprovided with one.”