'
Gerald broke into a slight smile.
'I like it,' he said.
The tables, of white scrubbed wood, were placed round three sides of
the room, as in a Gasthaus. Birkin and Ursula sat with their backs to
the wall, which was of oiled wood, and Gerald and Gudrun sat in the
corner next them, near to the stove. It was a fairly large place, with
a tiny bar, just like a country inn, but quite simple and bare, and all
of oiled wood, ceilings and walls and floor, the only furniture being
the tables and benches going round three sides, the great green stove,
and the bar and the 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.
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