She had been promised her breakfast, but saw no signs of it.

She could not speak German; and remembered somewhat late in the day that two young ladies had no business to accept breakfast at the hands of German officers: and, if they did, at least they might see that they got it.

She appeared to be willing to talk about decadence of modern manners to almost any extent, but the subject of the hairdresser, and how to get rid of him, only bored her.
Their first stroke of luck occurred when the hairdresser, showing them the "dropped three," fell down and temporarily stunned himself.

It was not kind of them, but they were desperate.

They flew for the bank just anyhow, and, scrambling over the grass, gained the restaurant.