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After a fruehstueck of coffee and honey, to which the inn-keeper, out of compliment to the nationality of his guest, had added an ear of green corn -- a combination, be it said, that no one but a German could have imagined -- Mr. Incoul went in search of his friend.
He had questioned Karl, and the courier had spoken of Ostend with such enthusiasm that his employer suspected him of some personal interest in the place and struck it at once from the list of possible resorts which he had been devising. On the subject of other _bains de mer_ the man was less communicative. There was, he said, nothing attractive about Travemunde, except the name; Scheveningen was apt to be chilly; Trouville he rather favored, but to his thinking Ostend was preferable.