be
playing at six just beneath the window here, and the cannon on the Kofel
goes off at--"

"Look here," I interrupted, "that won't do for me, you know. Don't you
think that I am going to be woke up by mere riots outside the window, and
brass-band contests, and earthquakes, and explosions, and those sort of
things, because it can't be done that way. Somebody's got to come into
this room and haul me out of bed, and sit down on the bed and see that I
don't get into it again, and that I don't go to sleep on the floor. That
will be the way to get me up to-morrow morning. Don't let's have any
nonsense about stirring villages and guns and German bands. I know what
all that will end in, my going back to England without seeing the show.
I want to be roused in the morning, not lulled off to sleep again."

B. translated the essential portions of this speech to the man, and he
laughed and promised upon his sacred word of honour that he would come up
himself and have us both out; and as he was a stalwart and
determined-looking man, I felt satisfied, and wished him "Good-night,"
and made haste to get off my boots before I fell asleep.

TUESDAY, THE 27TH

A Pleasant Morning.--What can one Say about the Passion Play?--B.
Lectures.--Unreliable Description of Ober-Ammergau.--Exaggerated
Description of its Weather.--Possibly Untruthful Account of how the
Passion Play came to be Played.--A Good Face.--The Cultured Schoolboy and
his Ignorant Relations.

I am lying in bed, or, to speak more truthfully, I am sitting up on a
green satin, lace-covered pillow, writing these notes. A green satin,
lace-covered bed is on the floor beside me. It is about eleven o'clock
in the morning. B. is sitting up in his bed a few feet off, smoking a
pipe. We have just finished a light repast of--what do you think? you
will never guess--coffee and rolls. We intend to put the week straight
by stopping in bed all day, at all events until the evening. Two English
ladies occupy the bedroom next to ours. They seem to have made up their
minds to also stay upstairs all day. We can hear them walking about
their room, muttering. They have been doing this for the last
three-quarters of an hour. They seem troubled about something.

It is very pleasant here. An overflow performance is being given in the
theatre to-day for the benefit of those people who could not gain
admittance yesterday, and, through the open windows, we can hear the
rhythm