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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
and grey linen coat. I rather surmise that Marie expected
this vision at Starberg of our old acquaintance, although
she expressed such pretty surprise.
Soon we were all form being rowed in a little boat across
the lake to the hamlet of Lione. We considered that our
best plan was to enjoy the lake until we could ascertain
precisely what the programme of the festival would present
us with. There was the spectacle of the embarkation of
royalty, we knew, promised as one pleasure, but we did not
feel inclined to await this pleasure a couple of hours. Be-
fore reaching Lione we began most seriously to anticipate
breakfast, luncheon, dinner, or whatever you may choose
to designate a meal at such an horn and under such cir-
cumstances. By eleven o’clock we had grown so un-
romantically hungry that without waiting to breakfast at
Lione, as had been our intention, we besought our boatman
to put us on shore at the very first place where food might
be procured; and we disembarked at a hamlet bearing a less
romantic name than Lione, but 'where our boatmen assured
us an equally good meal might be made.
The gentlemen went into the kitchen to investigate the
state of the larder, and Marie and I strolled up into the
pleasant garden, or rather wilderness, which surrounds the
little inn. Steep, gravelly, winding paths, led among deep
grass and flowers up the hill-side, and were shaded by beech-
trees just clothed in the exquisite tender verdure of their
young leaves. At every lovely spot commanding a view
of the sunny lake, a bench had been placed. And a table
generally stood before the bench.
Marie and I determined to select the most beautiful
view and the shadiest and pleasantest spot hr the whole
garden as our breakfast-parlour j and behold the most
beautiful and convenient had already been selected by a
group of students, who were drinking beer and smoking in
the loveliest of lovely rustic arbours, with a glorious view
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
and grey linen coat. I rather surmise that Marie expected
this vision at Starberg of our old acquaintance, although
she expressed such pretty surprise.
Soon we were all form being rowed in a little boat across
the lake to the hamlet of Lione. We considered that our
best plan was to enjoy the lake until we could ascertain
precisely what the programme of the festival would present
us with. There was the spectacle of the embarkation of
royalty, we knew, promised as one pleasure, but we did not
feel inclined to await this pleasure a couple of hours. Be-
fore reaching Lione we began most seriously to anticipate
breakfast, luncheon, dinner, or whatever you may choose
to designate a meal at such an horn and under such cir-
cumstances. By eleven o’clock we had grown so un-
romantically hungry that without waiting to breakfast at
Lione, as had been our intention, we besought our boatman
to put us on shore at the very first place where food might
be procured; and we disembarked at a hamlet bearing a less
romantic name than Lione, but 'where our boatmen assured
us an equally good meal might be made.
The gentlemen went into the kitchen to investigate the
state of the larder, and Marie and I strolled up into the
pleasant garden, or rather wilderness, which surrounds the
little inn. Steep, gravelly, winding paths, led among deep
grass and flowers up the hill-side, and were shaded by beech-
trees just clothed in the exquisite tender verdure of their
young leaves. At every lovely spot commanding a view
of the sunny lake, a bench had been placed. And a table
generally stood before the bench.
Marie and I determined to select the most beautiful
view and the shadiest and pleasantest spot hr the whole
garden as our breakfast-parlour j and behold the most
beautiful and convenient had already been selected by a
group of students, who were drinking beer and smoking in
the loveliest of lovely rustic arbours, with a glorious view