For the German nation is still young, and its maturity is of importance to the world.
They are a good people, a lovable people, who should help much to make the world better.
The worst that can be said against them is that they have their failings.
They themselves do not know this; they consider themselves perfect, which is foolish of them.

They even go so far as to think themselves superior to the Anglo-Saxon: this is incomprehensible.

One feels they must be pretending.
"They have their points," said George; "but their tobacco is a national sin.

I'm going to bed." We rose, and leaning over the low stone parapet, watched the dancing lights upon the soft, dark river.
"It has been a pleasant Bummel, on the whole," said Harris; "I shall be glad to get back, and yet I am sorry it is over, if you understand me." "What is a 'Bummel' ?" said George.

"How would you translate it ?" "A 'Bummel'," I explained, "I should describe as a journey, long or short, without an end; the only thing regulating it being the necessity of getting back within a given time to the point from which one started.
Sometimes it is through busy streets, and sometimes through the fields and lanes; sometimes we can be spared for a few hours, and sometimes for a few days.