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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
over a whole list of names, any of whom would only be too
happy to accompany us.
I was quite easy, therefore, and left this important part
of the business in their hands. I called, on my way to the
studio, at a gardener’s, and ordered from the gardener’s
consumptive daughter an ivy-wreath for my hair. I
described what I wanted. Oh, yes, she knew very well;
she was sure she could please me, for she had often made
such for the young Queen. I saw an enchanting little rose-
tree which, with its one lovely rose and its buds, seemed
fitted to be an emblem of the lovely Queen herself I
bought it, therefore, out of ideal love for her, and it now
stands in my window, making my room fresh and beautiful.
I ordered my wreath and my rose-tree to be sent home by
four o’clock, and went to my work.
Imagine me about that hour returned; my ball-dress of
white, with white shoes and gloves, all laid out ready, look-
ing suggestive of the evening’s pleasure; my dinner just
over, and I, lying on my sofa for half an hour’s rest, when
in came the Amsels, to say we could not go; they had got
no tickets, they had got no one to go with us. All their
officer-acquaintance were already engaged; people were
rushing wildly about the town after tickets; people were
already crowding into the gallery; it would be the most
amusing ball of the season, but go we could not! Was it
not a pity—was it not disappointing, and it would be so
brilliant, so well worth seeing !
“ Oh, but we must go !” said I, feeling quite desperate,
“we can’t be disappointed; why the town is half full of
uniforms ! What a disgrace it is if we cannot make a uni-
form of use for once in a way! But I have an idea!” exclaimed
I, “ a strange one, it is true; but never mind ! My opposite
neighbour, the Count- is an acquaintance of yours,
though he is not of mine; he goes to every ball that is
given; no doubt he is going to-night; cannot you make
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
over a whole list of names, any of whom would only be too
happy to accompany us.
I was quite easy, therefore, and left this important part
of the business in their hands. I called, on my way to the
studio, at a gardener’s, and ordered from the gardener’s
consumptive daughter an ivy-wreath for my hair. I
described what I wanted. Oh, yes, she knew very well;
she was sure she could please me, for she had often made
such for the young Queen. I saw an enchanting little rose-
tree which, with its one lovely rose and its buds, seemed
fitted to be an emblem of the lovely Queen herself I
bought it, therefore, out of ideal love for her, and it now
stands in my window, making my room fresh and beautiful.
I ordered my wreath and my rose-tree to be sent home by
four o’clock, and went to my work.
Imagine me about that hour returned; my ball-dress of
white, with white shoes and gloves, all laid out ready, look-
ing suggestive of the evening’s pleasure; my dinner just
over, and I, lying on my sofa for half an hour’s rest, when
in came the Amsels, to say we could not go; they had got
no tickets, they had got no one to go with us. All their
officer-acquaintance were already engaged; people were
rushing wildly about the town after tickets; people were
already crowding into the gallery; it would be the most
amusing ball of the season, but go we could not! Was it
not a pity—was it not disappointing, and it would be so
brilliant, so well worth seeing !
“ Oh, but we must go !” said I, feeling quite desperate,
“we can’t be disappointed; why the town is half full of
uniforms ! What a disgrace it is if we cannot make a uni-
form of use for once in a way! But I have an idea!” exclaimed
I, “ a strange one, it is true; but never mind ! My opposite
neighbour, the Count- is an acquaintance of yours,
though he is not of mine; he goes to every ball that is
given; no doubt he is going to-night; cannot you make