n a pretty garden and
drink coffee, beer, or Maitrank, and listen to lovely music, and
dance in the evening under cover to strains of Strauss, Lanner, and
Gungl, and other heavenly waltz-makers! With all their faults, they
know how to make the best of their lives, these good Vaterlanders,
and how to dance, and especially how to make music--and also how to
fight! So we won't quarrel with them, after all!

Barty found for himself a cheap bedroom, high up in an immense house
tenanted by many painters--some of them English and some American.
He never forgot the delight with which he awoke next morning and
opened his window and saw the silver Rhine among the trees, and the
fir-clad hills of Grafenberg, and heard the gay painter fellows
singing as they dressed; and he called out to the good-humored slavy
in the garden below:

"Johanna, mein Fruehstueck, bitte!"

A phrase he had carefully rehearsed with Daphne the evening before.

And, to his delight and surprise, Johanna understood the mysterious
jargon quite easily, and brought him what he wanted with the most
good-humored grin he had ever seen on a female face.

Coffee and a roll and a pat of butter.

First of all, he went to see Dr. Hasenclever at Riffrath, which was
about half an hour by train, and then half an hour's walk--an
immensely prosperous village, which owed its prosperity to the
famous doctor, who attracted patients from all parts of the globe,
even from America. The train that took Barty thither was full of
them; for some chose to live in Duesseldorf.

The great man saw his patients on the ground-floor of the Koenig's
Hotel, the principal hotel in Riffrath, the hall of which was always
crowded with these afflicted ones--patiently waiting each his turn,
or hers; and there Barty took his place at four in the afternoon; he
had sent in his name at 10 A.M., and been told that he would be seen
after four o'clock. Then he walked about the village, which was
charming, with its gabled white houses, ornamented like the cottages
in the Richter albums by black beams--and full of English, many of
them with green shades or blue spectacles or a black patch over one
eye; some of them being led, or picking their way by means of a
stick, alas!

Barty met the three Royces, walking with an old gentleman of
aristocratic appearance, and a very nice-looking young one (who was
Captain Graham-Reece). The Admiral gave him a friendly nod--Lady
Jane a nod that almost amounted t