ten minutes past two
Delicious Dutch café au lait , a beefsteak and fried potatoes , most succulent of all Dutch dishes , crisp white bread , hot from the midnight baking , and appetizing Dutch butter , largely compensated for the thrills of the night . Then I sent for some more coffee , black this time , and a railway guide , and lighting a cigarette began to frame my plan of campaign . The train for Berlin left Rotterdam at seven in the morning . It was now ten minutes past two , so I had plenty of time . From that night onward , I told myself , I was a German , and from that moment I set myself assiduously to _ feel _ myself a German as well as enact the part . `` It 's no use dressing a part , '' Francis used to say to me ; `` you must _ feel _ it as well . If I were going to disguise myself as a Berliner , I should not be content to shave my head and wear a bowler hat with a morning coat and get my nails manicured pink .