ttle of good
Stein wine, and all will be well in the morning; only do not leave the
house again to-night."

It was a bitter pill, but I swallowed it gracefully, and Herr
Polizeidiener and I clicked glasses fraternally with protestations of
mutual regard.

In the morning I was awakened by Jules, whose night's rest had done him
a world of good. Bright, vivacious, and noisy, he bounded into my room.

"Oh, Herr Mortimer, such an idea! There is a grand review of the
soldiery. Come, get up. We must go and see it. I would not miss it for
the world."

"Do not be so excited, Jules; it is the last place to which I would
dream of taking you. Your father----"

"Wrote me not to fail to see the Austrian troops if I had an
opportunity."

Perhaps there was some object in that, and to Jules's delight I
consented to take seats on the lumbering stage-coach that was to leave
the hotel with other guests bent on the same holiday excursion. I was
the more complacent as I reflected that the steamer did not leave
Vienna till five o'clock, and I thus saw a means of keeping Jules out
of further mischief.

We reached the review ground. It was indeed a gorgeous scene. Crimson
and gold, blue and silver flashed back the sun's rays, bugles sounded,
and cannon roared.

I was not quite at my ease, however, as I noticed the interest I was
exciting in a resplendent official, whose eyes were continually on me.
At last, to my dismay, he beckoned to me.

"Sir, your passport?"

"It is gone to the bureau to be _vise_," and then followed a pathetic
recital of the annoyances I had been subjected to.

"Will the Herr ride or walk?" was the stereotyped response.

"Where?"

"To Vienna. Until this passport is found the Herr must consider himself
under arrest."

In vain I pleaded the unprotected position of my young companion. All
the concession I could get was permission to speak a few words with
him, which I did with much caution, simply assuring him of my speedy
return, and extracting his promise that, if I were detained by my
"friend," he would return with the fiacre to the hotel, and quietly
await my arrival.

"I will do all the good Englishman asks of me"; and a warm pressure of
the hand made me feel that Jules understood the extremity of the case.

At once to the bureau.

I was so confident of finding the passport and utterly confounding the
officer who had given me all this trouble, that I am afraid my manner
was rather supercilious, t