my servant, waiting to speak to me. "A
lady wishes to know," says Pepi, "if my
grace is disengaged."

"Certainly," replied I, " who is she?"

The lady declines to give her name, and
being shown in, nevertheless expresses some
little hesitation in accepting the seat which I
offer her, and begins playing with a small and
neat leather instrument case which she has
taken out of from that sanctuary of sanctuaries
tuaries, a lady's pocket.

I look inquiry, and she is not slow to
understand, though she does so with an air of
considerable mystery. Would I like to have
any grey hairs eradicated? No. She sees I
have not got any; but I wear my moustaches
badly, and there are a few hairs about the
corners of my mouth which might be pulled
out with advantage. Then my eyebrows!
she is really distressed by them. They are
quite straight; she could arch them beautifully
in five minutes; would I let her try?
No"! Was it possible? Well, the English
lords she had met with had been all so odd;
hardly one of them would submit to having
his whiskers pulled out; yet nothing could be
in such bad taste as a whisker. It spoiled the
classical look of the face (I am not
exaggerating, " classikalisch " is the very word
she uses), and made all the English lords look
like drum majors. A little moustache falling
naturally, and an imperial; that was the
fashion of princes! The rest of the face
should be cleared by the art of the tweezer.
So, then, I am not to be convinced? I
fear not. Still she does not despair. She
has remarked that most English lords had
little hard excrescences on the feet—may
she say corns? I laugh and blush slightly,
not being used to such inquiries on the part j
of ladies, but there must be something in my
look which owns that here she has me; and
in far less than that period of time which is
popularly known as a jiffy, I find one of my
slippers is reposing at a distance from me,
and the foot to which it belongs in the lady's
lap, undergoing a very delicate and serviceable
manipulation. The operation is soon over;
the lady's fee, just eightpence, deposited in the
sanctuary before alluded to; and she takes
her leave just as the magnificent music of a
splendid German military band comes pealing
in through the open window, filling the room
with martial melody, and my imagination
with all sorts of heroic thoughts. Oh, those
German bands, how much have .they to
answer for! I look upon them, for my part,
as the very bulwark and strong tower of
defence of the military despotisms. There
stands poor freedom, cowed and broken-
spirited, slandered and insulted; while slavery
goes by, in such pomp and glory, with such a
braying of trumpets, and such a 'clashing of
cymbals, that no wonder the crowd love false
glitter better than true worth.

The band sweeps on, followed by a rabble
rout of admirers, and I begin to dress. When
dressed, I go out. An hour or two in the
picture gallery—I never can tire of these
splendid foreign picture galleries; another
hour or two spent in the studios of artists
with whom I have gradually become intimate:
a hard task but well worth the trouble; an
hour devoted to a music lesson; another to
a game at fives , in which I am growing a
proficient, though the Germans still beat me;
then an hour spent in shooting at a mark, or
in sword exercise, in both of which pursuits
I am excelled by my companions; or in a free
gallop which I am obliged to take by myself;
and so to dress, and to dinner.

I will not dine at one o'clock after the
manner of the Germans, because I find it
spoils my day; and I do inot drink Bavarian
beer, because it disagrees with me; both of
which peculiarities brought .me rather into
disrepute at first, but by persevering in them
they got to be looked upon simply as evidences
of that spleen which is supposed to be a
characteristic of my countrymen. I am
pitied and forgiven. The waiter even, at the
inn where I dine, takes me gradually under
his protection; for which I am grateful and
reward him liberally—not too liberally, however
ever, lest I should spoil the waiter market and
others should be brought to grief thereby.
Penetrated by good feeling towards me, this
functionary sends me in, my beef, half raw,
under the impression that that is the method
of cooking it in benighted England; being
remonstrated with, in gentle terms, he
corrects his error, and—for in spite of the
manner in which Englishmen are laughed at,
there is a great deal of Auglo-mania about—
I find him watching me curiously; and, after
a little time, emboldened by my conciliating
manners, he ventures to ask for the pattern
of my great-coat. I allow him to take it and
make him happy; although I cannot say
when he appears in his new garment that
the pattern of mine seems to have been taken
very accurately. At least, I hope it is not;
for I observe that my friend the waiter's
coat is decidedly too short behind, and too
long before, and that the collars fall
unequally, and that it buttons in wrinkles
enough to make Mr. Davis's foreman go wild
with anguish. The colour is certainly not mine,
being a yellowish brown with metal buttons,
lined with a bright red, which the waiter
thinks an improvement.

Perhaps it is also to take the pattern of one
of my coats that I find the Baron so busy in
my room when I return home to fetch my
subscription-ticket to the stalls of the theatre.
As I do not keep my coats in my writing-
desk, however, although I have left the key
out, the idea appears improbable; so I ask
him what he may be doing there? just for
the sake of acquiring information, and because
I am of a curious and inquisitive turn of
mind. He has " rendered himself," he says,
simply for the purpose of making me a visit;
and I find him comfortably smoking a