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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
believed there was a grand party at the Ambassador's. I
was in despair : it was a wet day, and I felt ill, and even if
I did screw up my courage to the pitch of heroism, how
was I to get there ? how, in all this rain ? Where was
my carriage ?—where even a cab ? A cab ! yes, that re-
minded me that I might go and return in ^fiacre.
When, therefore, on returning home, I found that I
could improvise a toilette, and when, after a cup of tea,
I felt really better, and discovered that, with a deal of
trouble and bargaining, a driver of a fiacre would con-
descend (for such really was the case) to take me at the
late horn’ of eight o’clock, (they leave their stand at seven,
and go home for the night,) and then bring me back again
at ten, and all for the enormous sum of two florins, not a
Kreutzer less ! after all this, I dressed and set out, having,
of course, been inspected by the whole family of the house
from doors and windows,—father, mother, daughter, little
children, Wilhelm, and two apprentices with white rolled-
up shirt sleeves. What amusement the idle people could
find in seeing one of the English Fraulein walk down stairs
in a simple white dress and without her bonnet, and get into
a lumbering old coach, I cannot conceive.
After a short wet drive across the Residenz and Odean
Platz, and past the old Wittelbacher Palais, the palace
where now fives the ex-King Ludwig, and which strange,
red Gothic pile is guarded by two enormous stone lions,
seated on either side of the gateway, into the Belgravia of
Munich, we stopped at the house of the Baron von-, a
beautiful house. A tall, melancholy-looking footman,
ushered me in, and to my delight there was no party. My
spirits rose at once. I like Frau von ——, and I felt that it
would be a charming evening.
Having been received by another tall, melancholy foot-
man at the bottom of the stairs, and conducted through a
number of pretty ante-rooms and boudoirs, I found the lady
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
believed there was a grand party at the Ambassador's. I
was in despair : it was a wet day, and I felt ill, and even if
I did screw up my courage to the pitch of heroism, how
was I to get there ? how, in all this rain ? Where was
my carriage ?—where even a cab ? A cab ! yes, that re-
minded me that I might go and return in ^fiacre.
When, therefore, on returning home, I found that I
could improvise a toilette, and when, after a cup of tea,
I felt really better, and discovered that, with a deal of
trouble and bargaining, a driver of a fiacre would con-
descend (for such really was the case) to take me at the
late horn’ of eight o’clock, (they leave their stand at seven,
and go home for the night,) and then bring me back again
at ten, and all for the enormous sum of two florins, not a
Kreutzer less ! after all this, I dressed and set out, having,
of course, been inspected by the whole family of the house
from doors and windows,—father, mother, daughter, little
children, Wilhelm, and two apprentices with white rolled-
up shirt sleeves. What amusement the idle people could
find in seeing one of the English Fraulein walk down stairs
in a simple white dress and without her bonnet, and get into
a lumbering old coach, I cannot conceive.
After a short wet drive across the Residenz and Odean
Platz, and past the old Wittelbacher Palais, the palace
where now fives the ex-King Ludwig, and which strange,
red Gothic pile is guarded by two enormous stone lions,
seated on either side of the gateway, into the Belgravia of
Munich, we stopped at the house of the Baron von-, a
beautiful house. A tall, melancholy-looking footman,
ushered me in, and to my delight there was no party. My
spirits rose at once. I like Frau von ——, and I felt that it
would be a charming evening.
Having been received by another tall, melancholy foot-
man at the bottom of the stairs, and conducted through a
number of pretty ante-rooms and boudoirs, I found the lady